I have felt the extremes, the joy, grief, and fear that are filled with human concerns.
What I want most is to take the beauty and power of life, untwisted and natural life, unaffected life,within myself and to watch it cover the feet of those who approach my shores.
Then, the power of their lives washes over me and their inspiration becomes again mine.
And here, the old barn,
reflecting the light of a hundred summers,
Yellow red and brown rainbows
glowing in porous wood.
Timeless, it Iingers, a reminder of another age; silent, empty, remembering.
Leaning forever, then finally falling; it’s last act,
returning light to the earth.
Picture – Mehmet Akin- on Pinterest
In the end it is not who we will love that is our choice, only whether or not we are willing.
In the end it is our acceptance or denial of what we are that defines our lives.
Even in denial, our bodies are etched, into images of our intentions.
In the end our bodies are maps, indelibly marked by the paths we have traveled;
our strengths and scars, historical documents,
marking our journeys through folly and fate.
In the end, as in the beginning, what is most precious is the presence of companions, and of certain love;
to ease our fears as we begin the journey into a world as yet unknown.
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