Life is Good…

Oh life, your beauty belies a sacred humility,
one that transcends the farthest reaches of our minds vigilance.
We see what we see, through your transposing window of consciousness,
and are perpetuated by a compelling penchant for enchantment.

Your subtle gestures remind us of how fragile you can be.
Yet you come and go on the wisp of a cunning wind,
leaving behind an incarnate reminder of your immortality.
You are form and you are formless, a space within a space of time.

You are a boundary by perception, where no boundaries exist.
Your essence compels an expanding universe,
inventing and reinventing yourself as the need arises.
Your past is to the future, as a memory is to an expectation.

You begin without end, circuitous in sovereign profusion,
turning, evolving and explicating a consequential tapestry.
You weave your substrate into an endless pattern of existence,
all the while, leaving behind traces of every imaginable intention.

Oh life, your subtle humility is anointed with a luminous character,
one that glimmers with the celestial light of all creation.
Your radiance comes from the purpose of an abiding love,
and endures all things in the name of an absolving love.

Life is good . . .