Wrote this when I pondered about the experiences, ordeal and the journey of my forefathers and when and how they were sold into slavery. Part I.

Wrote this when I felt many people where making my business their priority.

Wrote this when I was thinking of creativity.

Wrote this poem on one very hot day in the summer of june on my way from Ealing Broadway London.

Some of you may ask what is the name of this meditation?

Better part of me: pt.1.

The journey of life is a thing which is far above human comprehension.

Minute stories.

Story.

A little lamb wonders what has become of his father, little realizing that he has become caught up in an Old Testament incident.