Light (2011)
Or what are we, really?
Afternoon descends into the horizon,
Birds quietly feeling the wind,
People walk in circles from morning to sunset,
And from morning to sunset.
Some of us meet in the middle and take a walk,
Leaves fall, and we appreciate the green memory,
The present opportunity.
I have one breath in the palm of my hand,
It is the only thing that carries my name.
The rest is like sand that dissolves in the wind as time goes by,
It is colorful, it is beautiful.
You can’t really be unless you irradiate what you are.
And you can’t be really alive without coexisting.
So, irradiate light,
Light of many colors.
Photo by Art Almighty