Running in a grassy open field
under the bright blue sky
and blazing
sun
in the summertime,
Laughing hysterically –
so hard,
my stomach muscles tense
and sore,
and I can barely
gulp
for air.
The bliss of ecstasy
in the middle of the night
with another
feeling, not thinking,
drunk on emotions
completely enraptured in the
glow of candlelight,
a dark, hot moment,
entangled in someone else’s arms.
Blissful amnesia,
the state of just being.
A return to childhood innocence
and the fleeting gift
of present-moment awareness.
The wisdom of youth:
entirely immersed with just being,
no concept of past or future.
Battling the folly of the old:
constantly yearning and craving
for what was,
anticipating what will be.
Gratitude hits me in those fleeting moments
in the gaps between time and space
where I forget
yesterday and the days yet to come,
when I experience the beautiful truth
of what is right now.
“A meditation on gratitude.” – bem
Thank you and much love to you all for opening your hearts and minds to my little corner of the internet,
and happy thanksgiving to anyone celebrating the holiday ❤
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