God I love my job.

God I love my job.

I love (these) people. Love the music love the beat.

Love the hidden underneath.

Love the road as much as the sky, wish to live before I die.

Love the sense of air on my lips, the salt and the sea on my hips, my fingertips, on my skin and in my hair.

Love the pleasure more than pain, love on earth comes with restrain, the ways we keep ourselves away, fearing fear and what else may

Be coming in this world, being human all the way

Angers, fears, resentments, grief

even though our life’s too brief

Sadness, sorrow, hide&seek, not much sense if life’s too bleak

If you don’t dare to speak what you came here to live and walk the walk of your own way, stay just stay just choose to stay with your own heart letting down the one last guard letting life in to flow to show the dance of your own soul.

To live, to love, to love and to pray, to dance your life in your own way

to move and be moved and be changed by that touch

Allowing Life to give you too much.

#thankyou

foto: Linda Žitnik