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A poem inspired by a quest to understand. |
| Life, what is life? Everything. Everything from sunlight dancing through the delicate petals of a flower The wind carrying sweet scents up and around the world Dark stone caves slick with water that has laughed and burbled through the millennia; This is life. Life is seen vibrant in stars that shine, In the large trials of a stalwart ant. It is love of peace And love of war; Life is. Ah, but Alive! What is alive? Perhaps, it is the journey of single moment An act of surrender to the world. Or perhaps, alive is what happens When ego is lost and self is found. |