Life Blossoms

Life anew, for me and you, comes on the breath of flowers in spring.

All blossoms, and fills the empty rooms of winter, with voices that sing.

I hear the songs of life, close my eyes, smile to myself at the wonders of birth,

all, that most believe to be dead ( it is all, in our head ) upon this earth,

Life is a constant journey – a marry-go-round / roller coaster ride of renewal,

death is but a way station, for one who waits , in order to refuel

for another adventure within this plane – most fear death ( it’s so cruel ! )

and so, live their lives out in silent pain- thinking that life is, but one big stool

and that, is nothing you would want to sit on and contemplate

 the direction of your life’s journey and what might be your fate

as you take, all of your life’s adventures, your journeys towards a clean slate.

 

 

 B. J. “A” 2

April 9th 2009