Advice

where has all my writing gone?
a shame, a writer with no muse.
empty echoing chambers of a young heart
with no words to spill
just plain ideas, mundane and small
detatched mind and spirit and body
body of earth, spirit of water, mind of air,
reality of fire... in harmony, nonconjunction...
non communicating, isolated elements...
balanced yet unaccepted....
life nonetheless
and the stupid things we do
and the nonsense we make
the spiritual immaturity of us all
fervently believing that the grass is greener on the other side
searching for ideals so far away
waiting for times that may never come
hence the precious present, so often ignored,
the most precious gift we'll ever encounter
will have gone by the wayside...
and looking back, we'll wonder why we're all so unhappy
and our precious present, mere broken memories lost in shadows
will be the highlight of our years...
but we don't know this... while we have it...
our ideals are so far ahead of us.. mirages in a desert of illusions.
it's only a matter of time before retrospect sets in...
when today becomes a yesterday and it's all we long for..
if we know that tomorrow will be painful,
why don't we emphasize on today and loving every moment?
the world changes around us at immeasurable speeds
if we waste our time trying to control the present,
life will be over before we get the chance to enjoy it...
enjoy it, savor every moment... don't think about it, be it...
while we worry about yesterdays and tomorrows,
this tomorrow becomes a yesterday and by the time we realize that
it's too late to live it.
walk through every open door
sing every song, sad and sweet
love every moment, every kiss, every whisper, every passionate desire
create moments, feel calm, live peacefully, give love, be true..
feel pain, anticipate sorrow, ease wounds, free our hearts to heal...
how interesting, this life is... today

 

Melissa Babyak (c) 2006