Letting Go

All we have in any given day is this moment. Tomorrow is not promised, and yesterday is gone. There's a sombre magic that I feel walking through cemeteries, it's like those who have been here before us are silently screaming for us to breathe in all we can and not waste what precious time we have.

What is meant for us will come to us naturally and organically. The biggest lesson I have learnt over the past few years is that letting go of everything else is a gift.

Live full and without regret...

All turns to Dust

 

One day the light will drain away,

my soul will belong to the Heavens,

but for now, I'm here, breathing...

sometimes just breathing, 

ever present, and not so effervescent.

Today, my heart it wept,

as I suffered with my sorrow,

but it will all turn to dust,

for, we are not promised tomorrow.

The unkind words, the struggles,

that today seem so pressing,

are tomorrow's follies,

so why are we stressing?

Let the tears fall freely,

like rain upon the desert sands,

lead me into a dream,

come and take my hand.

Nothing matters in the end,

but the memories, 

woven into the soul of another,

pain is only temporary,

but love is forever.