Here to feel.
Existence in a circular wheel, Evolving the nature and her deal.
Living in this existence which is real, It is enough to be in zeal.
What connects to nature in an ideal, Is the ability to feel, And the atmosphere meant to reveal.
For the warmth of the sun against the skin, The chill of the rain reminds us that it begins.
The ache of loss, The laughter is like a gloss.
Connecting to life itself, The way the world speaks to all of itself.
Through beauty and pain, Through sound and silence in the main.
Without feeling, The world would be boring, For the heart won't beat in wondering.
Conscious to feel and appeal, And taste love which to some is unreal.
Bear the sting of disappointment, Stand in awe before a mountain feeling the moment.
Even sadness plays a role, To teach compassion and to be in the whole.
Pain sharpens joy awareness, As joy remains life worth living in excess.
Here to feel, Which links the soul and world in overdeal.
Making the invisible within seen visible, To deny it is to become miserable.
But to embrace it in totality, It is to accept true existence, fully awaken humanity.
Here to feel.