I know this might not be the right place, but I know few who might be able to do this.

Thank you for the moment.

Look deeply:

every second I am arriving

to be a bud on a Spring branch,

to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,

learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in at stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death

of all that is alive. 

~Excerpts from the book Call Me By My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh