Life Lived Full

I love every moment. of my everyday life.

whether i'm awake or asleep.

dreamland stays in both.

which is real, you'll never know for sure.

because both are real.

you wake up when you sleep.

you dream to live.you live to dream.

does it matter?

it is only the moment that counts.

so that, in each moment,

which i call, life..

passionately

fully
i live.

Dream

I dream

of things,

and places

and people

and circumstances.

I dream

of my place under the Tuscan sun

and of sunflowers that bloom

amidst an olive vineyard.

I dream

of a white painted villa

lovely as a postcard picture

and a woman by the trellis

coffee, paper and pen in her hand.

I dream

of blue canopies by the shore

and of flowing waters of the sea

like the hue of the sky so blue

but unlike my heart

it never gets blue...

The Gift

Tears exhausted. It all runs dry.

Though it hurt me while it welled on my face,

It also made me feel better and light.

This is the divine irony of life.

What breaks you makes you, right?