Perspectives...

We sit on jute chairs, facing each other,    the cup of tea steaming the ambiance. There is grass beneath our feet,    the clear sky with the magnificent stars above us. The birds sipping on the clay pot nearby,    the violet petunia stands in stillness. We don't say a word,    we just take in the silence. But we clearly recognize the moment,    the moment where everything we needed was right there. There was nothing urgent, nothing less important,    everything was just there. And there was love...

A new day, the old sun A new perspective, the old choices A new life, the old relatives A new beginning, the ignored opportunities A new resolution, the old habits A new love, the old ego A new earth, Or is it?