Eternity

I am wondering if the past stays captured in the air…

And when we have a memory it’s the inhalation of the same…

Maybe that’s why the present is marked by the past and our future diffused by the pollution…

Then I would understand why we breathe in the fresh air with so much ambition; embodying our memories and dreams…

Being useful for others one day…

 

All contradiction diluted by one thought;

one feeling;

one sensation of search that rides to the tune of the music that you show me with every movement and moment;

in every manifestation of your eternal elixir.

And… soon I’ll lose sight of the present that flows inside me, in search of an eternal moment

That gives roots to our spirit in the universe…

That materializes in one single infinite kiss…

There where our related souls can produce channels of endless love…

There in that hidden place where our somas transform into verses…