the silver fishes grouping br and scattering on the depths br of the dark blue sea br br the white flapping wings of br birds within the circle of their br species, poised to fly far distances br br the leaves falling from a tree to br the ground then blown by the br wind towards the desert and br the immeasurable mirages br br oh, they are all the same br they are going somewhere br they are taken by what their br instincts and their hearts say br br like us here, we are packing br we are always leaving so what br is the use of crying or even br laughing and merry making? br br we are destined for some place br higher than this one br we are meant not for this or for br us but for some planes of br mystical existence that for br now we cannot really understand br br prepare for that destiny br you do not have to carry a cent.br br RIC S.