Between breathing in and breathing out, the poet wonders, caught in the perpetual dilemma about life..'the world breathes and beckons' is simply superb.
...times of wonder that are so many times slept through...then when found...wow!
the day in and day out beckoning pulls from isolation and negativity to life, as you say...the LIVING is the only way... enjoyment comes in the forgetting self and treasuring the wealth of others..
... yet most mornings I'd quite like to remain in that waking moment when I'm not quite human and hanging onto the edge of my dreams through the awful sound of the 'snooze' alarm lol.
Cool sentiments :)
I think I prefer sunset...
I feel somber reading this, as I believe was not your intent, just my mood at the moment. But yes sunrises and sunsets are always the times to ponder and for me I seem to be wide awake at this times, thinking always. It's the in-between that makes me somber, drawing us out of ourselves and into life.
I like this Monday thought, and perhaps I need to take the true feeling of free with me.
the 'we' and the Me...drawing Me out of the We..to be one with the We of the world...any way I say it it still wrings so true..but like pavlovs pooch ..I respond in kind to the sounds.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..