Its only, when the suddenness jolts;
Are we shaken from our moorings;
Till that, we root in a sap;
Whining, wallowing , waning;
Through the want, the wish
That is never granted
We seldom look beyond;
and drain out, in our endless battles;
the conflicts; the cavilling; the coveting;
for what the other has;
That we ill-breed into that sap of living;
We deprive ourselves of our being, the bliss
That will come to be;
If only we could cherish each moment;
Live to the fullest, a heart full of content;
We could learn to fulfil; refill our lives to the brim
So when the sap dries, or dies one day;
In its own uncertain way;
The uncertainty will not torment
Nor the bereaved to lament;
For there can be no bereavement in death;
When life has lived in a spirit, the soulfulness in no dearth
When we embrace the earth
To embark on a journey beyond;
I need to live now
To become the sap of a new life;
a new beginning and the newness in every breath!
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