Completely

written on October 17, 2019

It’s magical. How love can heal. Without words, without actions. Just by rippling from being to being to being across space and time. I realized dreams don’t unfurl in fancy places. Dreams unfurl within you. When you realize what you can bring to the world around you, sometimes just by basking in the celebration of your being. I’ve tasted the chase and I’ve tasted stagnation. I’ve tasted thrill and the emptiness after it. I’ve tasted pain and confusion as much I’ve tasted clarity and abundance. And it all comes to fruition when I run under skies like this like a madwoman who just won the lottery. With Hans Zimmer playing on my earphones, as the piano keys lift off like stage curtains to happy higher notes, I experience fulfilment in all that has been and the constant force present through it all. Me. I now know what to do with the gift of life and I’m whispering it to the winds and I’ll be home for good someday soon. To spread this passion like wildfires. To heal gory wounds with love. To give and share precious little things my heart has learnt and revealed to me. To live. Wholly. Completely.