too good to be true.

too scared to believe.

no winning.

no losing.

silent scream.

sad smile.

gratitude in disappointments.

now, let go...

now, peace.

Who is this ...
that looks through my eyes?
that speaks through my voice?
that breathes through my nose?

Who is this ...
that touches with my hands?
that thinks through my mind?
that cares through my heart?

A faceless, formless spirit --
operating through this body.

What is its purpose?
What is its goal?
What is its reason?

Who is this that is questioning this?
Who is this that is typing this?

And on and on it goes...

every day -- a lifetime.

morning comes and i wake -- rested flesh and bones; a rejuvenated soul.
i try to start each day with a simple meditation, a quiet moment --
a silent prayer of gratitude for another chance to make better, everything that is within my power to make better.

then, the demands of the day start knocking into my consciousness, not a second late.

out to the sea of life i set my self adrift.

then night comes -- exhausted flesh and bones; a weary soul retires.
but before that i end each day with a simple meditation, a quiet moment --
a silent prayer of gratitude for that other chance to make better everything that is within my power to make better.

every day -- a lifetime.

-Cristina