there is no time for plans
except for planless days and nights and in betweens
where moments of life happen
only for the sake of their own being
, moments in my life and your life
for memories
” let’s take another step ”
” where aren’t we going? ”
” nowhere ”
” then lets go there together ”
” yes, perfect, that’s exactly what i hadn’t planned ”
and the music played
and the wine was blood
and the air swilled around us, with abundant this-moment-ness
” this is living ”
” kiss me ”
and thus, we stepped, lived
and smiled