Is all pointless 

The point of life is a question many have answered and yet every answer is different.

When I asked my teachers the point of life, I was given a very honest answer.

They told me, that if life had a point it would be seen as work. If there was a point in life we would be working to achieve this point, this working will result in the absence of living and thus removing the true point in life. 

The true point in life is to live. 

Dreams

Whispers catch wind
Voices heard

A singing branch

Attracts a bird

Hungry fruit

Fall to the floor

Allowing trees to live once more

Giving bugs and birds a meal

Means the trees will once again heal

And give a home to the gnome 

That live in the forest 

But not alone

He has his most dear friends

The ones who will be the till the end

The fairies that live under the shroom

Have a beautiful delicate room

Where magic is made 

Spread far and wide 

By the men that form the tide

Only once a blue moon  

Does this magic bloom

And kisses the foreheads

Of the those sleeping in a cocoon 

Giving them the most important gift

Seen as dreams 

By the ones that cant 

Tell what it means

To be kissed by magic.

“There once lay an injured snake on the road. So I went down to help it get out of harms way and as it got to the bush it struck at me.” They say being kind to others is needed but a snake will always be a snake and they will always take the first opportunity to strike at you. This is true. However I will never not help afellow being because of the fear of death. I will go cold before I let my soul turn black.

Fear is what holds you from life. 

The morning
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I love the morning 

Coffee kisses my lips 

She dances through the doors

Shining light on all
She realizes not 

Her importance in this little town.

This little town who is warmed by her smile

The morning I wake for

The morning I live for

It is the morning I am thankful for.

Prayer for the lost.

To the spirit that runs through all of us
I am thankful for the ability to leave my footprints on this earth. 
I am thankful for the ability to wash my mind in the clarity of water. 
I am thankful for the mountains to climb, at the end of the struggling steps there is always a beauty that touches my inner being.
I am thankful for the lungs that breath for this earth, they give so much and take nothing. 
I am thankful for the whispers that blow through this land, they move through me, carrying my soul to the ends of earth. 
I am thankful for the wise one, who watches the world from a far and moves the water. 
I am thankful for the light that rises every morning and sets with the promise to rise again tomorrow.
I am thankful for the hearts that share this life, they make it worth the beating of mine. 
I am sorry we dig and cut into this earth and turn the soft sand into hard lifeless land.
I am sorry we wash more then just our minds in the rivers, waters run but clarity is rarely found. 
I am sorry the climbing of mountains isn’t as important as the view from the top nowadays. 
I am sorry that we not only killing ours with smoke, but cut into yours to write and burn. 
I am sorry for the lies that we send into the winds, with our poison we share the deadly breath.
I am sorry that we feel the wise one needs to be touched, to be controlled. We see and want. 
I am sorry we don’t love the times that are filled with light. 
I am sorry we use the hearts as products, sparing non, as if the paper they are given has the same value. 
I am grateful to be alive but in the same breath I wish I wasn’t. 

With this I give you my life. 

I will stand to protect you, to the grave and into the next lives.