The Journey Through Life
Don't hurry through life, as if its a race,
Meet each challenge, with beauty and grace,
There is no winner, at a finish line
As you come to the end, of your allotted time.
The swan or the cockatoo, to glide or to squawk?
Do you move in harmony, or is bitterness your talk?
It is all in the journey, each step that you made
Did you plant flowers, or bring others pain?
Glance back at your pathway, look where you crept
Did you flow in harmony, or were you heavy in step?
Mists of spiritual substance, float in the air,
Moving quite freely, as you pass by them there,
They travel on pathways, chosen while above,
To experience lessons, eventually learning to love.
Bodies crossing each other, and mingling their mists,
Some bodies giving off kisses, others raising their fists,
Sharing together, to learn of the plan,
What are these bodies, we call woman and man?
Are we made of only solid matter, so hard and so firm?
And we are just dust, and to the earth we return?,
Does it all end, when the body we no longer see,
Or is there more, than this we must be?
Can there be more, than the body does show,
Can there be more, than to dust it does go?
Can the Creator of stars, rivers and trees,
Have more of a plan, for you and for me?
Nothing is lost, our scientists say,
As energy and matter, convert every day,
And what of the experience, we store in our head,
Does it turn into dust, when the body appears dead?
Could it be, this I AM that I know,
Will go onward forever, for many an earth show?
With love, in love and through love.
Enjoy your day in laughter, excitement, fun and love. It’s all in your perception.