Part of Everything

Love is in plenty.
Then why would one whimper?

Gestures are made
To touch all day
Why would one then shy away?

There is so much light outside the window
Then, why see the diffused shade inside?

I own nothing ...
But I am a part of all what I had seen and been...

I am a part of everything I had
Known, Felt, Lived and Dreamt...

The free breath and the air
The scent of a new rain
The soiled earth

And the drifting...
between the ocean and shores
between thoughts and the senses...