open mind open heart
Infinite MomentsBecoming obsessed with timeIts beginning its endThe history which holds the candle of timeIs the East and West starA compass with a fine movementA pendulum banging out precise commandsWe eat in timeWe drink in timeWe define love by timeIt is our cage of infinite pleasureSadly, it is measured in momentsNo moments, no timeWe breathe in simple momentsAnd define it as livingOur infinite moments
a person that knows them self and has no reason to be any one but that happy in there own skin,and loves life for what it is !