I have a nomad in me
I see the world through her eyes
I drape myself in the winds of change
I travel and I sit still
I look around, up and straight
I am a wandering soul
I am the sea

She felt mysterious
She was still a puzzle
To many
To all
Except herself
All ribboned up
Sitting pretty in a corner
An unopened present, she was
Like life.....

From a book I'm currently reading (I know just what you mean)

'We talk, therefore we are friends'

I wish I were a butterfly, elusive
I wish I were the earth, motley
I wish I were the sky, expansive
I wish I were a present, waiting to be opened
I wish I were wanderer, freedom

'Contentment is the key word'

It has a cosy sound to it, doesn't it?'

A friend told me sometime back - You don't allow yourself to experience it. So, don't go around, blaming the world for it. The truth of the statement hit me hard. The 'IT', I am assuming, can be synomymous with any positive emotion, ranging from 'Happiness' to 'Love'. A silent reflection of the 'Whys and the Whats' of the statement made me conclude that the reason is quite simple. I don't LIVE for NOW. I don't live in the present moment. Here's a poem that has been doing the rounds on the internet that beautifully captures the essence of NOW:)

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over

I'm moving, finally :)

Don't dance so fast
The music might not last.

It is a wonderful life

It really is, It really is

I just dont know what to do with it

When the curtains flap in the silent breeze
The lights are a distant haze
As I look out, I close my eyes
I smell the dark night
Will I see a sign, when I open my eyes
As I stand there, hugging the window
Will you be there?
I am scared to.