Immortal spirit of life

The ability to see,smell,taste,touch the earthly pleasures,to walk along the streets that have no names,to step on the sidewalk of life and just stop for a moment,look around and inhale the fresh breeze of a certain Monday or Sunday brings nothing but smile to a person’s face. We, the humans, this unique and awesome species have the ability to feel the strength of Achilles in our feet when running along hot sandy beaches of Australia, experiencing that comfortable sensation of heat. We are also quite capable and skillful with our long and tender hands. We can create miraculous structures and wonders leaving traces of genuineness of our character by drawing lines, building monuments, garlanding sights which exude ancient history of our existence. But beauty can also be sensed, it can be felt from within, it is an innate sensation of our famished and eager hearts. We share impressions, we share breaths, and we share stories keeping the spirits of ancient times alive, allowing them to stay ever present in our memory, in history, in our humble and open hearts. We create our home to our fellow citizens and tenants. We are bearers of history, of sagas of bard-ism of our imagination. We seek; we unexpectedly find and observe the beauty in everything that exists, in everything that surrounds us. We all have our own way and manner in which we become aware and conscious of a certain glorious autumn leaf, softly parting from its mother who is looking down waving him her last goodbye. And someone may see the same action as he is walking and wondering barefoot along the Manhattan Park, enjoying the soft and smooth breeze of a Sunday morning and experience the joy of stumbling upon a perfectly shaped leaf lying naked on the ground. He may feel the joy of looking at its colorful surface painted with nuances of lava and vortex of yellowish golden glaze. I thank them all for tattooing the eternal smile on my face.