The first breath of a newborn
is relief in the ears of a father
to a mother, a new life form
counting all fingers and toes
each hair, follicle, skin fold
immersed in the scent
of a new baby born
the last breath yet to mourn
knowing life is a cycle
to appreciate life
death must be life’s norm
one breath exhaled death
in a breath, inhaled life
because death is part of life
In the morning’s dew
or the evening’s breeze
in that crooked smile
or that beam of sunlight
in the midnight hour
romantic howl
or the bird that sings
lullaby love brings
in the essence of every crevice
not one thing unturned
because love, is a permeable thing
life comes, and life goes
life simply flows
our minds get stuck
our memories retract
intentional attention
mindless motivation
filtering through pores
penetrating forms
reminisce and grow
let memories crescendo
from vital innuendos
and the rest, simply observe
Into the night, I cried
the tears the lie
the fear, the pride
the scorn so norm
the smell or spell
the words took forms
unoccupied wombs
Mother Earth blooms
chaotic muse
subtle abuse
mirrored reflections
turned perceptions
confused allegations
cathartic expressions
all in a night’s work
all in a day’s work
from dusk until dawn
dawn until dusk
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
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