Space in Between 

I don't really understand words, I prefer the space in between 
- as I don't understand birth or death. I try to come to terms 
with the stuff which comes to us, the stuff which has no name..! 
It is like dance, like rhythm of waves giving and taking life. 
We think that we live "now" but in fact we are always a fraction 
too late, so we run restlessly and try to hang onto a precious 
moment or to escape from a terrible one. And all our actions are 
accompanied by our beating heart - restlessly - day and night.

Enjoy that "moment" of being alive and share it generously...