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.
Whispers catch wind
A singing branch
Attracts a bird
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.
But she comes
She finds me
Lying there lifeless
With her, the warmth of the sun
With her, the choir of heaven
With her, the smiles of a million angels
The one who rises and warms
“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.
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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.
Light and the darkness it has.
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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.