It’s something in the way
you peek through the door to see me
brush my teeth at night.

Or the way that my tousled bed head
finds its nest in the warmth
between your arm and chest.

Always the right side, never the left.

When I imagine you leaving,
I wonder where my cheek will rest
when the light creeps softly through the window
each morning
When I realize I’m no longer dreaming.

Because you are the way the sun sings
to the earth, absolving all doubt in darkness.

You are the way love looks
when she is reborn
Day after day.

-Anna Blake

of legendary origin
encroached upon
throughout the centuries
by human fear
   seeking protection
   near some venerable shape

you stand

aloof

   silently balancing
   symmetrical circles
   of roots and crown

patiently oblivious of parks
and buildings made by those
who vainly walk in awe
to grasp the mystery
   in touch, in picture, meditation
   of otherness unmoved

plantlife millenial

I entrust my dreams to a silent hope
that they will someday find their place
in this, a past or future life
same smile on different face

I entrust my thoughts to travel time
to land where there is need
a sense of calm
a flash of joy
where nothing grows
a seed

I entrust my love to peer across
the synchronistic chain
to spy it's true immortal mate
hearts join like tears and rain

I entrust my soul to find a home
in this universal plan
lives re-written
searching for
the key to understand

Making The Right Choices With Your Money While You Are Alive

We think we'll live forever. Who among us will readily admit that they will ultimately die, without maintaining that secret hope that somehow, not me! How many people get swept away in there lust for money? Saving, calculating, weighing, balancing, adding, economizing, with frugality and ultimately for what. So they can amass this tremendous wealth that they won't be taking with them in the end anyway.

Sound advice, use you money wisely while you are still alive and with your full faculties intact. You can do much good with the money you have saved, while you are alive, that will bring you happiness even when you are long gone! Faith that the good you do will live on (in your merit). It's only a matter of faith. Perhaps a faith worthy to live by, as well as die for.

When we pass that final gate, there might not be any opportunities for a last chance. What we have accomplished in this world will be ours forever more. This my friend will ultimately, and truly, be our "final score."

wealth not happiness
here today, gone tomorrow
with death, nothing left

A reporter asked the man
What the secret to longevity was

He said people always ask him that
"It's not up to me," he says.

"You never know
How long you'll go"

That is what the 108 year old man said

Time doesn't heal.
Time kills.
Everyday you're being poisoned.
Everyday just a little more.
You may not feel the sting.
But it adds up.
So live while you can.
The young man, the well greased machine, looks upon the old man with jealousy.
For the old man's working days are done.
He has paid his dues.
The old man, the haggard stallion, looks upon the young man with envy.
For the boy is in his prime, his strength, wits, and looks at their peak.
Oh how we love to wish for what we can't have.
Instead of making the most of what we have, while we have it.
It is the second greatest misfortune of our civilization.
If only the people knew the power that which their own minds hold.
Every individual has the power to change the world, but only a select few utilize it.
Yet people still complain about the problems in our civilization.
Every individual has the power to have anything they want.
Yet people are still wishing they had.
Wishing they had.
This is the most preposterous idea ever conceived, that you must wish for.
You most long for.
Instead of achieving our dreams, we wait for them to be handed to us on a platter.
Things do not get better until you yourself make them better.
So with your youth, live and learn.
For there are millions of experiences to be had, and millions of more lessons to be learned.
Remember in life individuality is key.
Too much has the individual been more worried about what his peers or parents think.
This is our civilizations saddest misfortune.
Do what you want to, there are no expectations to live up to.
Do not fret about disappointing others, because in the end, will you remember it?
But if you disappoint yourself, you will never let yourself forget it.
And when your bones start to ache, and your hands start to shake, and your vision gets blurry, and your hearing goes bad.
Do you want to look upon the man running down the street, gears turning flawlessly, pace kept perfect, and think with a grim face "I wish I was his age again."
Or do you want to smile, wave, and continue on about your day, because you've lived too.

Longevity
Inevitably
Gives
Character.