In awe with life
I’ve always considered life solemnly, almost severely.
The sun. The water. The trees. The people.
How beautiful and how scary shapes can be.
As an observer, I penetrate the world around me,
Breaking through beauty and mystery.
As a wanderer, I am often confused.
I am confused by human complexity in this synchronicity.
Everything is supposed to be as simple as breathing in and breathing out.
Yet the mind is speaking continuously. Anxiety. Fears. Diseases. Egos.
I am in awe with life mystery.
Swinging from sadness to ecstasy.
Is that a tragedy?
In this quest for freedom, filling life with wonder is a precious gift,
That cannot be ignored, as overwhelming as it can be.
I am in awe with Life,
And Love becomes my single reality.