If there is such a thing as a waste of time, then regret is the leech. That will suck all the joy out of life. And make you forget why we’re here – for moments like these . . . A puppy looking into your eyes. A baby sucking its thumb. A dark night. A rising sun. A broken heart. A brand new day. A high mountain pass. A meadow of pink and yellow – flowers in bloom. Mystical forests. Ancient trees. The sky. The stars. The milky way. The universe! And the mystery within. No regrets. No regrets. No regrets. Only life. Promise me.
Namaste friends. From my spirit to yours. Knowing no words.