Many times I find myself in a state of intrigue with
how can you not tiptoe through life.
How to prevent the transformation of time
in sand
in water
in the wind.
Elements that go through my fingers
without being able to hold on to the moments,
being the fullness for me
a mystery.
I often find myself wanting
to shake my inner enough
so as to look at the sky
and exclaim with a smile
my first sincere hallelujah.
Hallelujah for being here!
Hallelujah for being me!
Hallelujah for living!
Hallelujah!
