You know the old expression
"You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone"?

Well, it is certainly true:

I didn't realize how much I loved my Father
until I found him dead.
I didn't realize how much I appreciated my Lover
until I found myself single.
I didn't realize how much I wanted to sleep
until I had to be at work.
I don't realize how ignorant I am
until I take a step back from myself.
I didn't realize how much I want to live while I can
until I seriously thought about death at my own hand.
--
The moral of the story
is to appreciate the here and now.
Even if it could be better, perhaps especially even then,
try to remind yourself of what you already have to lose
and what it would be like for the others around you
if they were to lose you
and what it would be like for you
if you were to lose them:

Respect the things you love.
Respect everything.
Respect yourself.

Do not squander your time;
it is good to take your time,
but seek the balance.

Take it from me:
you truly cannot know
what you may lose tomorrow,
so please enjoy what you have
right here and now.

If you don't,
you may well lose it.

Eventually,
everything is lost to the void;
but in the meantime,
celebrate that it is here;
celebrate that you are here.
For now.

Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.

You may begin to notice
the Momentum of your Mind,
pushing ever on
in any direction it can fathom.

Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.

Learn to look inward
and how to recognize
the aspects of your Self
we so demonize;
and see how they can cooperate:
if we'd only seek to integrate,
if only they were shown some respect,
if only we knew to detect.

Slow down and learn to Yield
without being defeated;
Yielding and Defeat
are wholly separate things.

Slow down and bear witness to Within from Within,
for thy reality fractals outwards from thy Godself;

Learn to detect Godself
then you can see
how it is all,
yet is it no single thing:

Tao and Zen;
Simplistic Paradox.

Just let yourself be.

Awoke
one
night
to
find
myself
inside
the
strangest
room

Or
was
it
mine
I
couldn't
tell
my
head
became
a
tomb

I put away my body's bones and let my thoughts deny
The only voice I ever knew was my unhallowed cry

Unconsciousness had settled in and once again I slept
Of sanity, of any dream, of any peace bereft

Astray I went meandering to lock the open doors
And in the place that I had been I saw them on all fours

The foam continued pouring out from deep inside their traps
I stood there watching 'til the fear had caused me to collapse

So
cyclical
it
seemed
to
be
how
long
before
I'm
dead?

With
barking
banter
beckoning
I'd
join
them
in
their
bed