A letter to the Mornings

Dear early mornings, sweet mornings, lovely mornings.

There is not a day that you are not offering us one of the precious gift of life.

Either in the song of the birds, the color of a sunrise, the smell of the wet ground, this is bliss.

Still carrying our dream from the night, you bring the promise of a beautiful day.

Between the night and the day, you are a messenger of life as the nature awakes.

You take us from the darkness to the light, from unconsciousness to awareness.

Every day it is with a smile I welcome you and vow to live fully every moment of this new day you give me.

Om Shanti.

A letter to Ms Apple

Dear Apple,

Everything you have to give us is sweetness.

You know how to touch and fill with wonder all of my senses.

Your generosity is your gift.

In your smell I still can see the flower that you were once upon a time.

Your bright colors are there to remind me the sweetness of the autumn days.

But it is when I am about to taste you that a river of pleasure is about to flow.

When with a first bite I penetrate your skin.

When I can hear your flesh cracking under my teeth.

When I can finally taste the sweet flavor of your juice but still with a touch of the bitter of your skin.

Bite after bite you carry me away in some beautiful meadow where everything is love.

Om Shanti.

A letter to the Wind

Dear Wind,

Here and already gone.

Here but unable to catch.

I can only feel you but never see you.

And I like this moment.

When I face you and meet you.

When you blow on every pore of my skin.

When you go through my clothes and make me shiver.

When you fill my lung with the world you are carrying.

I then listen to you, smell you and let me be touch by you.

It is with an open heart that I receive you, welcome you, hug you.

Om Shanti.