Recognize that Who you call ‘I’ Is merely a consolidation of memories And a voice of hope. ‘I’ am but an idea Afraid of its flimsy reality. And so much this idea Has come to love life That now its biggest fear Is to be denied existence. ‘I’ is but a meaning Given to am-ness So that life can be lived As an ode to memory And romanced through Songs of love and hope. Your limitations belong to your façade And not to your essence. Live fearlessly. Live courageously. Live like you don’t matter.
And Life Will Go On…
I had lived this moment
in my mind
many times-
over and over again.
I had heard you speak
(in my imagination)
words that pierced
through my heart.
And then…
there was stillness
Did I die?
Would I die?
How would I go on?
And yet today,
when what I had imagined
has followed its script
And come into being…
I find myself standing…
breathing…
I swallow it in.
I hear you
But I’m not dead
And I know that I will not die
because of what you’ve said.
I’ll live through it.
Life will prevail
over my limited imagination.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 