Updated: Jan 8
The mighty mountains, adorned with snow
The rivers and streams, gushing in flow
The valleys spread so green and wide
And upon them, the horses in rampant stride.
One’s past, whole, in colored detail
One’s present, with a fleeting grip on it’s tail
One’s future, unravelling with child-like abandon
And then to review it--like trivia, like fandom.
All of life’s patterned highs and lows
All of it’s happy surprises, it’s unexpected blows
All of the times you stood up, you fell
All of the tragedies, no one you could tell.
Not just what is given, as life goes
But the blessing to examine the nature of its flow
To open your eyes one time, and then your soul
To live one human life, and experience many more.