There is a thread that weaves through our hearts, and garlands the Lord.
I look into your eyes, I feel your presence, the moment we connect v r 1.
Busy and running through life we forget the purpose of life.
In those moments where I have lived in the moment, in that bliss I have lived my life.
If I drop for a second the needs to earn money and shortness of time
If in those moments I live from my heart, discover my soul, what flows is a fountain of love.
In that deluge of love and bliss all are soaked, all are served, and they wonder what you have drunk.
If I could revel in that peace, ecstasy and exultation of spirit I would have served the purpose of this life.
There is no you nor me my friend. We are simply shells floating in the milky way. All is 1.