What my heart speaks of my aim again?

How much I wish to establish inner thought within the great universe. Where will we live? The joy of being none but one with nature, wholly fitted with Earth, its laws, the turmoil, the capacity to face or stop the storm. I don't gather myself enough, but as much as I know, I am more than capable of continuing with life. No, I don't fear a sudden or past disease. I am aiming at the sky.

How can I use Earth just for sleep? Within me is glory, the greatness of being fit in the world of enthusiasm and reality. Making me stable is more important today for me than making me rich. This stands true for every human being but none after it. Why? Why don't we dispute our own heard voice? Why don't we practice living with full strength, with the FULL capacity we have to give to life.

With life facing unfit as if it was not long. To exist, why can we not fight death as adversity? Death as a sorrow, death as a scream, is not new to me. I am well versed in its content and ways. But I shouldn't b