someday, we will return to the Earth,
a corpse
rotting or
as ashes, scattered,
but today…
today we are alive.
each and every
breath |
loss |
moment |
suffering or joy,
a blessing,
a gift,
to be cherished
with a grateful heart,
flowing
as blood
through our being.
so often
we weep,
lament,
that which we have had but have no longer,
forgetting, as we do
to embrace
that which we still possess
and that which we have yet to receive.
breathe;
hold the breath in
like it is the last breath you will ever take,
then
let it go.
see
what lies before you now,
like it is all you have ever known,
then
let it go.
know
wherever you might be,
whatever you might see,
is,
was,
always will be,
all and none,
if only in your memories and dreams.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 