Time.
A flowing river.
Nothing is granted.
Nothing is given
Forever.

You can’t touch the same water twice.
No moments are the same.
Nothing lasts forever.

I immerse myself in its water,
Collecting moments like pebbles
And putting them in my chest of treasures.

I kissed your lips
And I didn’t know
That
A kiss can move my soul.

I kissed your lips
And I didn’t know
That
A kiss can be the beginning of my fall.

I kissed your lips
And I didn’t know
How I used to feel
Before that kiss sealed my lips
With bliss.

Creativity.
The fleeting bird,
The ephemeral wind
Of originality.

Come to me.
Haunt me.
Open the gates of my imagination.
Unleash my inner powers of creation.

In the limitless Ocean of Life
I feel safe.
I feel taken care of.
Surrounded by abundance,
In the Heart of the Universe
I am the One.
Among the Waves of Time
I am the Sacred Drop.
Whatever there is,
I made it.
Whatever there is not yet,
I can make.
The Divine Light.
The Creator.
I am.