Life is an amazing thing, a gift. Life runs like a rapid river through so many things,
from the tree filling with blossoms in the spring, to the child running through the sprinkler in my yard.
Life is ever blooming, ever running, ever evolving. It's crisp to the touch, and sparkles in the eyes,
it's warm as it flows, and it is a wonder. Days may be counted, in and out we go, awaking, and sleeping,
laughing and crying, worrying and stressing, figuring and deciding, living, and living, and living, until eventually, dying. Into the word death comes so much sadness, and upheaval, so much mystery and loss, desperation, but if you continue to count the days, the days are still adding up and into death the toll continues, and we wake, and we sleep, and it's a wonderment, just like before. Life continues to run rapid through a new level of consciousnesses and we meander through the hours in peace.. and so, life is amazing, life goes on and on, and life is just what I said before, a gift.
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