Mortality

My mortality weighs heavy
every breath
every moment 
 
My mortality weighs heavy
Every note
Every word
 
Every joy sweeter
Every pain deeper
Oh my mortality weighs heavy
 
Every kiss lingers
Every tear stings
Oh my mortality weighs heavy

Reflection on impermanence…

It can be hard to see from inside ourselves, but your life is your masterpiece and yes we are only fleeting and embody the very essence of impermanence, but in that short time we create, oh do we create and those creations have the power of permanence, they influence, they are love, hate, joy, sorrow and each one leaves a mark on those around us… that small ripple multiplies, its passed on and becomes part of the collective consciousness of those we interact with… so don’t focus too much on the moment for it is only that – a moment, but take solace in the masterpiece that you are…

LIVING…

…As you stand there naked and alone in the dark of your own truth, the facade of your personality and ego stripped from you while the scintillating shards of every experience you’ve ever had pierce you again and again do you feel it? Do you grasp it? Does the overwhelming beauty, horror, joy, and sadness of this life overwhelm you? Does it drive you to your knees, do you look to the heavens searching for an answer some explanation a reason for it all? Are you crying out for more, for just another moment, for one last breath? If not then it’s time you started living my friend…

Rain

how you choose to experience life is up to you… 

Oh to be caught in the rain, not on the way to the car or getting the paper, but inescapably caught. That moment when you stop wondering if you can stay dry and you give in to the inevitability of being drenched. It’s a freeing moment, a release, a joyful celebration of life. Your hair is plastered with sweet drops dripping onto your face, your shirt a second skin and the lovely squish of your sneakers. A smile unavoidable and then a simple laugh from somewhere in my childhood. The sweet scent of a replenished earth rides on the breeze.

The rain pulls at me, stinging needles reminding me of the inescapable misery of this existence, my soul lost in this wilderness of hopelessness. The cold drops penetrate me, extinguishing any hope of warmth and relief. Soaked through I no longer attempt to escape the assault of the driving sheets. In the distance thunder roars drowning out the anguished cries of my heart. As the darkness gathers in the distance I am unable to move any further; I find myself on my knees in the gathering waters surrendering to the creator humbled.