Synced

Synced with the music,

the sickness,

the medicine, 

the weather,

the empanada,

the moment,

the schedule.

What, me worry?

Not until I lose my balance,

which is always inevitable.

At this juncture, I feel like

when I was young and immortal.

Enjoying because not afraid of losing.

Blissful in eternal now.

Whatever arises is confetti.

Kokoro-no-hana!

Excelsior!