the true gift

by walterdoege

holidays are special days although somehow hard to attend in full…holidays blue…holidays joy…blue for painful remembrances, joy for the openess to life…blue because I can not stay like in my childhood…I miss my father, my mother and other so lovely ones…it’s not a mattter of belief in Christmas or joyous new year, but trust in love working…the work of love builds bridges, builts for stay for a while, stay for some time, inhabits as a home, appreciate as a house, just stay alive in as any city shall be…builts for just living in peace…walking at the shoppingcenter I sense the joy in any child, and some adults too…I sense a sense of a big family…there’s some sweet agitation and excitment…also some blue…I sense a speed walk to buy…and I also do my purchases, however, the most important gift is love…money can not buy love…money can not buy emotional honesty…money can not buy fraternity…money can not buy anything really worthy for living: love…where is love?…even if I place that love lives in tne intention of gift, the real wished gift is love… love to love, the supreme courage, the only one gift…and the distance in between illusion and the true gift make the taste of the celebration…I can not give another gift if not in some form of love heart package…the true gift brings joy, simple joy, common share of living…the true gift is always a good surprise…is what keep me going in the long road…or short road…I can not measure road anymore…sometime long…sometime short…I can notice I am on the road, in the highway…where is the love?…when love does occur?…these two dimensions are bricks of a broader living perception…I sense that life is not short nor long, and a so dear friend remember this one…life is time countless…life does occur everywhere…my holidays are full of blue and joy…and any true gift makes me grateful…my so dear friends are also my family…without you, no light blinking…no happy night…and you may stay everywhere, I am always with you…without you, my writings are only a disconnected collection of words…I search for phrases to express better, but my awkward writing trial is enough, my awkward writing trial is a trail to not waste any instant with you…I can be alone…I can not write about you, but we are not alone, we are never alone. we go together through life…togetherness is true gift…we can please anywhere, just staying alive in…the true gift is free of charge…is free…not cost expensive…the true gift frees and loosens…any night is a brand new night, a brand new time…just for love…it’s a widing road, a road rooted in togetherness…any night is a happy night, we can choose this way…always