gentle words, harsh ones

loud words, quiet ones

all telling us something..

they are golden moments

Rare, precious and fleeting..

changing us – enlightening us –

parts of each one

making a whole..

freeing, growing and all knowing

we won’t walk this way again..

are you present

or just there..

really seeing and aware of all the love and care

that fill the atmosphere..

It is that air that fills our lungs with love, joy and despair..

I choose to care

I’ll let your chaos be my beauty..