An
enchantment exists,
a soul-state of sweet delight,
something of true joy,
something that whispers good-living,
vision of the perpetual search:
small things, simplicity,
an anxious and constant quest.
I
feel, I understand, I love
that’s the greatest gift of life
it’s a gift of centuries and eons,
of endless generations.
Happiness
is to be loving
and to be loved,
time and time again,
or all the time,
not only just for this moment.
