satcitananda

Charmed my the tolling bells. 

Listening to music and suddenly crying on the floor. 

Minding my business when she reached out with flattery.

Lost in reminiscing smiles, adventurous youth, nostalgic glory.

Standing still, just watching the snow fall on the lake. The birds gliding, wings weighted. 

Asked to make a decision without any knowledge of the scales. 

Saw a familiar face, and became excited. 

Wasted the day, content beneath a weighted blanket.

The cars are all heavy now. You have no where to go anyway.


There isn't anything more or less than this. 

This is, what is. 

Breathe, relax, enjoy.