So much that is not yet known,
and still we live so confidently.
What is beyond our experience?
What is right in front of us
that we do not see?
What is beyond our time and place,
and universal to us all,
to all human beings that will ever live?
Perhaps it is youth that now makes me eager,
but I see people die that seemingly haven't lived a day.
This cannot be!
I say to myself.
In life there's so much!
And we'll lose it all,
this I know,
but at this moment
so much by which
to fill this yearning soul
that seeks to grow.
This moment we too easily disregard,
and sometimes even seem to want to ignore.
The days, the nights, the slow changes,
the people, love, hard times,
the places we visit, being able to say
good morning to a loved one,
the chance to exist day by day,
brushing one's teeth, listening to music,
embracing a friend, sharing our hearts
in poems and our visions in films,
saying goodbye to each as they make their way,
seeing the sun rise, doing something unexpected,
the consistent pursuit of our potential,
seeing the snow fall like feathers
and the rain pour like tears,
seeing the purest joy in a child's eyes,
every face of a stranger that passes us by and soon we forget,
giving thanks and taking a minute to let it all in.
Letting go when the time comes,
coveting these precious gifts as they are to us given,
and being open enough to them receive.
That this day is the first and the last day.
That this day has not come before, and will not come again.
Recognising that we do only experience life for the first time,
and seeing how our holy curiosity has been drained and our purpose depleted.
It's always new,
never the same.
If we are to listen,
it is there to be heard.
All this and myriads more
I simply want to acknowledge
and give thanks for.
Not to let it slide and return to oblivion,
not to let it go unseen, unrecognised, not experienced.