Aananda

Today, I ponder  over the delicate endeavor  of life; where each step  calls for the most curious  concern and care towards the other.  Each misstep to be re-assessed  with a gentle touch.  where we're delicate both  in our thought and speech  as we choose our words carefully  pausing with each breath as we breathe meaning into the words we speak.  When you’re delicate in your dealings  of everyday life  and everyday people; and  we all make sense of the world  standing shoulder to shoulder;  a life well lived presents itself to you.  There is no cause for concern.   

I’m living each moment like I’m going to be here forever  Buying furniture like we’re building a home together  Getting a mortgage like we’d never split the difference  Flying like Icarus, wings spread, soaring towards the sun.  But we’ve both been through these roads before forever would be short this time again But each time we pause, I wish for a night  where dusk turns to dawn, and the memory stays like the songs of my youth, I remember every word from.