vain

does death

always have to come

with vain

 

if the proper steps aren’t taken,

if you decide

to sit with it for a while,

question

why the loss of something,

someone,

can’t just stand still, be what it is,

a truth that lays down

beneath the dirt besides its owner,

doesn’t trickle into the water

asking you to take a drink,

to take it as your own.

 

it’s hard work, making sense of it;

but maybe we are responsible, in part.

 

maybe we can choose, if we are willing,

if we are able, to hold onto the love

that you have lost and rekindle it,

make it something valuable, something important–

something that, in it’s own way,

allows us to say,

“At least he didn’t die in vain.”

 

July 30, 2017

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It’s been a busy weekend…

Happy Labor Day!

 

In honor of someone I love, I shared this story on Instagram today.  I wanted to share it here, too.

 

Last night someone asked me why we, humans, exist. I responded with what I believe: to observe without judgement, and to love. And yet, just moments before, I spent time explaining that there are always limits to what we can know for sure, that there are no “absolute truths.” I now realize that this is still true; therefore, instead of knowing our purpose, or even simply believing in it, we must create it. Chanel your Being, your connection to others, into a life of meaning and peace. Even if I don’t “know” that this is a truth, I can know that I – that we together- created it. We can all put our love into practice.

 

September 6, 2015

Purpose

To live

a life of purpose:

it is what I desire

at the core

to observe, to learn

to listen, to love

to be around those I love

whenever I can

there will be names to learn

at every turn

don’t turn your soul away

from the very Being it is–

I wish to look at it

in all souls,

to write words that express

what it’s like for children

who eat bags of chips for breakfast and lunch

go to court before dinner

and complete non-existent homework

their teacher assigned today in class

I want my words to depict a face

to feel a face

to make you not wish you were there

but know that at some level,

you were.

I still believe that life is art

waiting for us to wake up

and capture it.

July 2, 2015

While Dreaming

At another time,

I forgot why

I existed,

why not crawl down

the river,

then swim…

…..

I gaze out,

over a hazy blue horizon

and wonder

at all,

question nothing

and realize my purpose

is life,

itself.

….

Man must respect this,

shouldn’t they?

For there are many others

that share my wish,

do not simply stare at it like a silver moon

they toss rocks at it,

royal diamonds into the air

to capture the light

reflecting off the edges.

..

My dream is now.

.

Our dream is forever.

April 13, 2015