Life is a miracle full of smaller miracles. Every dandelion is a miracle. Every minute is a miracle being born. Every tiny organism is a miracle. You are a miracle, your body is.
Your body isn’t just inches and pounds, fat and muscle. It is so much more: It is baby heartbeats, it is air filling your lungs, thoughts playing in your brain. You’re so many things, you’re so much. And you can be so much more, life can.
Because life never stops flowing. It is like a river:
Even when the temperature drops, river braves on. Even if the river finally freezes, it is just a passing illusion. Ice can never kill off river’s core, its heart. Under the ice that river still keeps on flowing. Even if it is invisible, it is alive.
Your life is that river. River of miracles and opportunities, encounters and goodbyes, surprising acts of kindness, soul-sweeping smiles.
Life loves you.
Every morning it wakes you up, takes your hand and proposes to you. But sometimes it can be like a forgetful child, wondering so far that you shake and panic. But those moments are just life’s little insecurities, magic tricks, temporary vanishing acts. So don’t worry.
Because life is never as far as it seems to be. In fact, you cannot lose it. It is inside you.
At times your skin might be ice, but your heart can never freeze.
Clockwork
Somewhere
On a riverbend
She sits and builds bridges
With her gaze
Between night and day
Between sun and rain
Water circulates
Swirling reflections
Absentminded cartwheels
On her face
But she smiles
Waits, inside anticipates
That chime of spring
A beginning bearing
A sense of an ending
Life’s ring in her reach
So she smiles
From somewhere
Gains an answer as he sighs
Crouching on Autumn’s porch
Picking pastel shells
On the seaside
Picking summer’s last smiles
Sunset’s candy floss streaks
Like drawings of a child
Water circulates
Swirling reflections
Dancing light wrinkles
On his face
Till the moment c0mes
The sea is calmed
Its storms tucked away
Under soothing ice
And they wonder
What glacier, what force
Clockwork of nature
Will finally bend their souls
Their young, wonderous vows
To rest beside
The sleepy willow branches
Drooping lower
Past their eyes
Once so lively leaves
Falling into memories
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