Instead of rushing through life I have taken on a new posture of time . I am meandering in a moment . How blissful it is . The peaceful moment of a moment . There is nothing, not a sound , just silence. I hear my heart beating , a need for a breathe which draws ever so soulfully. This is quite alone time , just a gentle movement of life’s energy moving forward in thought . A dimension filled with calmness and love . This I call love is a feeling , a thought , and a longing .

Love then is passion , or is1 passion than love . My breathe quickens , ….