Bright colors blind me to the day
Yet fill my eyes with wonder
As I drift from moment to moment
In awe and fascination of life as
it unfolds around me.
Laughter is a song that gives energy
to our very souls
While joy is the continuous
expression of happiness,
Hard-pressed against the canopy
of the sky that lets me see
The distance I have yet to travel
to reach my limit.
So many abandoned hopes and unfulfilled
dreams
Cloud my mind, but in the dark I
breathe a sigh of hope
And pause to be thankful for each
completed exploration that I never
Have to give back; those memories
are always with me.
Every day a new color enters the
wheel and the
Threads of my existence are woven
into each careful step.
Onward to the journey, I slow my labored
breathing, feel the rise and fall of my chest,
And count heartbeats like the rhythm
of a steadfast drum.
This day is a gift, prepared by
the universe for productive thinking, sensemaking
And excellence, yet often
squandered in haste by those who never see the
Value of time until it is sold on
the black market, given away
Like yesterday’s dirt, or wasted
on those who chose not to read the second hands.
Each thread is vital to the piece, each color sings the song
of life, and they melt together
To make a work of art that no artist could every build on
their own.
We are the art, and the threads of time are the days that we
neglect, waste, or give away,
As if they were ours to give.
