Priceless...
There is no way to speak of living, of being. There is no explanation.
How could anyone speak of walking, of breathing, of seeing, of perceiving?
How can we speak of the sky, of the light, of the fragrance of the earth, of the birds flying and singing,
of the trees growing, of the grass leaves, of the children playing, of a gentle smile, of a surprising stare,
of unpredictable tears flowing, of the starlights shining in the night, of the moonlight glowing?...
How to speak of this very moment unfolding unto itself?... Isn't it blowing being?... Wow!...
Isn't Life a wonder?... It is an endless dance... It can be only a poem...
This is the mystery and the marvel of Life itself under all its uncountable aspects...
It's infinite and Infinity...
From this point of Awareness, of Being, Life, living just happens by itself, and leaves us voiceless, astonished...
Just this Silence... This moment... Amazingly rich of everything... Priceless Value...
What more can be said?...
L O V E
