sparking essence

Death is interwoven subtly covered by the fresh breathe of life. The wind whispers something sweet.. I tilt my head as if to tune my ear in hearing it. Another moment passes and I wonder if I need to feel pain to feel alive.. If I speak my mind and listen to my dreams where does the energy need to be channelled into to find purpose.. A moment passing is a beautiful thing, being in that moment and feeling through it is again even more beautiful, I look deeply into this moment and feel something that is.. something real yet not real I wonder if I should stop listening to the wind. I open my heart to the creative mind and let this instant flow. There is nothing except to go deeper, deeper in the now with nothing but love, thoughts, memories fade and you are only left with this space. This feeling of space and time of one over encompassing moment. I am a dream away..