Life’s Secret
In the quiet morning, light pierces the dawn,
Each ray a soft reminder:
Breathe deeply,
Step forward without hesitation.
Moments cascade like a gentle river,
Passing over pebbles, around bends unseen,
Their song low and constant,
Whispering of presence and peace.
Hands open to the sky, we gather time,
Not holding, but letting it flow through fingers—
A dance of shadows and warmth,
Each touch a story of now.
Evenings come with a soft closure,
Stars watch over the world's slow exhale,
In the hush, life’s simple truths resonate,
Echoing the heartbeat of the universe.
We walk through days as through a garden,
Noticing each bloom, each faded petal,
Life's fleeting nature, the beauty in its briefness,
Each step a silent celebration.
So we live, so we learn:
Embrace each breath as if it is the first and last,
See in every fleeting moment,
A vast eternity waiting to be known.
Copyright ©
Don Iannone
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