There is always enough. Enough space, enough time, enough breath, enough matter, enough love.
My heart reaches out, grateful for granted gifts. It runs fast. Fast. Blood pumps through. Pushes the channels. Time runs thin. I want to give back. Honor what has been given to me.
Relax, child. Just relax.
Rush. I rush, I want to honor what you gave me.
Relax child, relax.
But you have given me love, and gifts and sun beams and moon shines and flower scents and good night’s sleeps and warm welcomes.
You are there, just to be. There is enough child, breathe into your existence. You are given, cause you are there to be.
A child runs fast. Excited and hopeful, and slightly afraid, that the gifts will be withdrawn.
Rainbow, I want to touch you.
I’m panting.
Yes, there is enough time.
Yes, there is enough space.
Yes, there is enough breath.
Yes, there is enough.
I’m panting.
Filled with the love of life.
Panting.
Life.
Panting