There are days whose beauty is so intense
That I could weep fall on my knees
With gratitude or start to laugh
Wishing to share my delight
There are days so perfect that my body hums
Tingles, and I don’t feel my skin
I am the air and sounds
I move with leaves that tremble
and ride the songs of birds
who call from the jasmine in buds.
Those are the days when the universe
Seems to embrace everything that I am
In that moment I am perfect as is
No need to be other no room for whatifs
And shouldhaves no need for forgiveness.
On those perfect days
I am air and water
Cloud and fog
Rain and sunshine…
Euphoria in the flesh.