Some say our human lives
are like a riddle.
To be figured out...
reasoned with,
played inside its song,
and sometimes laughed at.

I say, life is
a bowl of amazing fruit
and when pits are gotten
one must just replant it
and watch it grow divinely.

Or let your consciousness expand
as you move into
an orchestra pit in mind
and play with the musical instrument
of the heart.