like rain

I am not interest in how you look or what kind of car you drive – I love to see how your entire body laughs when something deep touches you and how a dandelion blooms inside your sweet eyes – I love how you look at someone who comes to hurt you and then instead of playing a victim role, instead of taking it personally how your whole being wants to love even more deeply - remember beautiful things are not the ones that are planned- They are the ones that arrive suddenly like rain or new silence.