Itās been a long time,
barefoot on the edge of springtime clouds,
we run where the sky bends low,
hear the wind say our names out loud...
No map, no lines to follow,
just a feeling deep inside,
every step a quiet promise,
every truth we donāt hide...
Weāre already there while weāre on the way,
in every breath, in every day,
chasing light but feeling whole,
finding home inside the soul...
And life turns into a song we know,
not just the end, but the road we go.
The horizon doesnāt rush us,
it waits in golden glow,
teaching hearts the art of becoming,
in the space between fast and slow...
We donāt need a final answer,
we donāt need to see the end,
ācause the motion is the magic,
and the journey is a friend...
Weāre already there while weāre on the way,
in every breath, in every day,
chasing light but feeling whole,
finding home inside the soul...
And life turns into a song we know,
not just the end, but the road we go.
When we arrive, the joy will rise,
like morning sun in open skies,
but even now, in steps we take,
thereās more than enough for hearts to wake...
So we run, barefoot, unafraid,
on the edge of dreams weāve madeā¦
And every day, in every way,
weāre already home along the way.
@maria.loving.world