Poppies in bloom

 

A quiet and obedient heart, a beautiful spirit unsealed.

 

Let us without hesitation embrace the existence around us, and merge without fear.

 

Time is irrelevant, in the present or after our departure from this reality.

 

You will be missed; you believe you will not be. Don’t ever forget you are a special spirit, with hidden powers. 

 

Every once in a while we are so privileged to glimpses into life, and believe it’s only a dream. 

 

We are pure energy, affixed to soft tissue, escaping every-so-often, during our dormant state.

 

We are the ultimate purest form of energy, bottled in an earthly urn.

 

Step not on a dry and brittle twig or a smoldering camp fire on a cold night. 

 

Before we became a certain race, we had no color, only foolishness, but it matters not, nor will it matter after we are gone.  

 

Foolishness is bound in the human heart, linked to various deceitful feelings, destroying a loving spirit.

 

©2008