Daily blooming

I keep repeating that life not only reality that it's not just a fairy tale that it's a daily blooming like some miracle without prejudice. And I enjoy it endlessly of this innocent warmth of this light received as a gift in the very first breath... Between your body and your heart, between earth and sky between surface and interior, between the material and the spiritual... somewhere in there is full of meaning - my will to dream every cross with love to turn into love.

Every morning I wake up to my day - a little sleepy, a little angry that my soul doesn't want to wander for a moment in its sleep ... But by noon I seriously tighten up, as if everything depends on me, and I'm the one - the impossible one that ticks forward this day... But in the afternoon I'm already in shape, no mistake, I almost woke up, overfilled the norm! How did I do it?... Even I was surprised... God, it's evening... Right at the end. Well, I'm already somehow happy that this day also passed forever, and I survived. And I'm alive. At night I already become an element, conquer even worlds, and I am me, and I am all magic, and I fly, and I am your sky...