I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.
To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.
Living is dying and we do so slowly.
But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?
My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.
And I love everyone.
:: 11-14-2017 ::
