Observation on Life

I don't long to know everything,
or anything for that matter,
knowledge will come in time, I think, gradually,
like most good things do

I am content to live now, in the present moment,
without hope for some future attainment,
some grand, but fleeting event,
NO,
I want to experience THIS life
for what it is,
not for what it could be,
for what I make it, not what others hope for,
because hope is a hopeless matter,
disallowing enjoyment of the here and now,
how impossibly futile hoping is!

It makes perfect sense to me,
not to say I have a firm grasp on anything,
certainly not,
but I think I'm headed in the right direction

If I can live every day, and I mean LIVE
as if it may be my last, then I will be living,
but I must not fear my last day because
that would contradict my goal,
I must only look to today for joy, for happiness,
for love

And love is what I will embody,
what people will see when they speak to me,
what I will make my goal everyday,
to love as much as possible,
because that is all I can really do,
all I will allow myself to do

My Love (part II)

My love is the tallest mountain,
it is the brightest flower
and the starriest night,
I give it freely because the world is in need,
in need of something real
and peaceful

My love is the loudest sound,
it is the quietest whisper
and the sweetest fruit,
it inspires me to feel,
to feel hopeful, and optimistic, even when life
shows no signs of slowing

My love is the loveliest song,
it is the darkest chocolate
and the bluest sky,
it melts in my hands,
it may melt in yours if you wish,
it can ease your turmoil and soften your words

My love is the deepest canyon,
it is the longest river
and the most precocious child,
it has no barriers
and boundless energy,
it wakes me with a deep longing,
a desire to shout, to dance, and hear the sounds
of the most silent morning
becoming the most beautiful day

My love (part I)

My love will be like the spring,
breezy and sunny,
unpredictable, but soft and dewy,
hopeful and fresh.

My love will be like the sumer,
steamy, and filled with life,
adventurous and free-spirited,
in constant wonderment.

My love will be like the fall,
accepting of change,
welcoming with open arms,
crisp and intellectual.

My love will be like the winter,
serene and snuggly,
dependable, but playful,
providing warmth and comfort.

My love will be a year,
will be a thousand, a million years,
time will standstill,
yet move forward all at once.

My love will be this,
but so much more,
the end and the beginning,
the start and the finish,
my love will be unlike any other,
but attached firmly to many,
so many that my love may love everyone, everything,
so deeply that my love will be loved more
truly, more honestly, more wholly,
than any love has loved.