Beating, pounding, thumping,
pulsing…
Day after day our heart propels us through life. Yet we are
oblivious to it’s frailty.
Thinking, worrying,
planning, deciding…
The sparks of intelligence course through our synapses. Yet we try to control these thoughts like the
flick of a switch.
Walking, running,
pacing, striding…
On to our next obligation or appointment. Yet when we
reach our destination, have we really arrived?
We cling to happiness like it is something we can own,
but we know it really owns us. Happiness gives clarity to all that is light and
dark, real and unreal, lasting and vanity.
Nothing is under our control, and that realization keeps
us on our guard. It helps us to breath when we must and hold our breath when
the air is too hard to take in.
All we can do is make confident choices that take us to
the next plateau. We can push forward or we can allow the world to pass us by.
To be alive, we must give up all control, for in that abandon
we find that love is the key to the opened door.
Love binds us
together like a missing ingredient.
Love gives hope to
our anguished souls.
Love takes us onward
when looking back is too painful.
To live is to breath, to see, to feel, to hope.
Our body and soul perform a tangled dance of ebb and flow,
chaos and comfort, clarity and confusion.
We think we have a grasp on what it means to live and to be alive, but we sometimes forget these two are rarely the same.
