Life is not but a celebration of what we achieved or what we didn't achieve,
It's not a matter of winning or loosing.
It's not how well we did at anything
It's a celebration of existence.
For we each have this unique human form
We each have this unique human "identity"
But beyond form
And beyond labels
Exists a feeling
That words cannot even describe
Orgasm may awaken you there for a few moments or a few hours,
But this feeling is love
It is not attached to anything or anyone
It does not have any agenda
It simply is.
For the simple state of pure existence
Yet intertwined inside of every breathe we take
Every morsel we eat
Every Breast we kiss
Inside everything is love
It just simply is.