ISLAND OF SELF

I went home to the island of SELF

I gathered my materials and paint brushes

My food for thought

And I sat and I thought about all the lessons life has taught

Me Myself and I sit on this island of SELF, without any material wealth

Just what GOD has given me which is the gift of SELF

From this I turn my pain into pleasure

I remember, then forget, then again remember

The times when I was drowning in despair,

When I could not breath could not come up for air

Those days are far into the past

For now my days are filled with subtle smiles and great big laughs

I picked up my brush and I painted

All the colors of LOVE and then I waited

Waited for the paint to dry so that I could see

What I had done

And from this very day

Me Myself and I have been HOME

on the island of ONE