Blinds drawn, a room in darkness. The only light in, makes the curtains glow with an eerie tone of yellow as if heavens are trying to reach in to this little hell of mine.
Am I to open it and let the light in? or am I to close my eyes and lie down and forget where I am altogether?
Of course there are other options. I can always yank open the shut door and walk out in to the sun. I can sit between the leaves of grass and breathe in their fresh scent; revitalize my lungs. I can lie down and bury my face in the moist earth and feel the cycles it's gone through a passage of billions of years.
It's all here and now. There's nothing beyond this abyss of time. The past is like leaves scattered in the wind over a mountain top. The future is like the fog beneath the mountain lines, unclear and indistinct.
All I have is the beams of sunlight to bathe in. All I have is this moment to cherish, hold it in my arms like a newborn baby and love it with all the warmth in the world.
Grass is greener where the sun is, where you are.
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