Life; its lessons, its loves, it pains and beauty.
Sometimes I weep in the beauty around me, at other times tears fall from my eyes in the moments when I walk through the streets or the countryside, in a trance; feeling pure being, the very ‘I’ that I am below the mask of ego.
It is in these intense and fleeting instances where I can feel my chest buzzing and I feel dizzy, glorious, and all about me flashes as I glance and see plants and flowers and clouds and sky and then, as the night manifests into being, I see the stars and I cry with such happiness that I'm alive, that I am still breathing and beating, bursting where I stand.