Ethereal moments

Today I breathe the fresh air that our Mother Earth provides us with. Between flowing shadows and streams I hear the whistles of the creatures that inhabit this time and space.

But today they sound eternal.

And the light, and butterflies, and trees, then turn into the colours and tastes of India. It is night, and explosions of flavour expand in us; we are two now, three with the Divine.

And our eyes meet under the smoke of time passing by, and they meet above the curry and our hands. They meet and they continue their eternal conversation, eager to meet again in every other time and space.


Photo by me!