Flowers blooming in Spring,
unfurling in a riotous fling,
the chance to practise good,
to ask, to feel, to be understood.
A wink, a nod, a hand outstretched,
It’s better alive than playing dead.
Letting go of pages that weigh,
staying present in the book of today.
Who knows if tomorrow will come,
wiser to savour this moment’s sweet hum.
Being joyful is a choice to make,
will you live and stay awake?
To be awake –
this is a sacred
presence.
Rise up
and scatter
a little light.
Yield to beauty
and shake off
the fright.
Who can predict what will come into our lives at a particular moment, ready to bring a splash of colour? Who can foresee what marvels await? Who can foretell the wonders lurking around the corner? Who can prophesy the love that will arrive quite suddenly and flood every atom of our consciousness? In truth, no one can. We are all stumbling through the dark. When the light arrives, exult and treasure it with both hands. Life doesn’t withhold for those whose hearts remain alive to magic, alert to possibility, attentive to affectionate grace.
Sometimes, the greatest gift
we can give ourselves and others
is the presence of simply being.
Awake to all that occurs
without judgement
without pretence
without fixed ideas.
Just allowing the day to unfold
and treasuring those moments
that shine like diamonds
in the sky of our minds.
Muse upon something beautiful
and let your soul grow
with feelings of contentment.
Muse upon all that is pure and true
and let your mind flower
with luminous power.
Muse upon all that is kind
and let your body blossom
free as a tree kissed by the breeze.
Every day is a chance to be light, be love, be kind. Every day is a chance to yield to the wonder. Every day is a chance to be joy. Every day is a chance to make beauty.
Alexis
Love Life 