Life Unfolds

Life, a breath; a tide sweeping the shore,

A morning drenched in the salt of beginnings,

Every petal of existence trembling with dew,

Not yesterday, not tomorrow—now.

The wind whispers secrets to the branches,

The sun lays golden truths upon the earth,

Each moment bursting, raw and unchained,

A song sung only once, yet infinite.

Do not carry the weight of yesterdays,

They are shadows that dissolve in light.

See! The sky wears no memory of the storm;

It is bare, open, unbound, as we must be.

In the dance of the seafoam, I hear Neruda’s sighs,

In the stillness of the mountain, Krishnamurti’s truth.

To live is not to tether oneself to the known,

But to leap, barefoot, into the unknown streams of being.

What is life but a fleeting kiss of the eternal?

What is love but a silent knowing?

The fresh rain falls, and the earth rejoices;

So too must we, in this moment, become the rain.