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.
