the air that is inhaled and exhaled,
and the oxygen in the canister..
life is the daily sustenance,
the healthy and unhealthy foods,
and the matter of choice..
it is a river flowing to the sea,
a current above the rocks and silts,
and a cliff of falling water..
it is the seasons of the year,
the storms and calm of d weather,
and the cycle of night and day..
it is a collage of memories,
a time of experiencing joy & grief,
and a path back home to God..
it began upon the sacred union,
the ensoulment of the organism,
and primal inception of the world..
it may not end with death,
may corrode back to the elements,
and may but continue in the afterlife..
a cornucopia of illness and wellness;
pain, evil, reliefs and pleasures;
and fears and surprises..
it is what we think and imagine;
what we speak, act, and learn;
and the development and the growth..
it is breathing and beating;
feelings, emotions and thoughts;
and actions, deeds and will..
marching towards the uncertain,
resting confusions at the crossroad,
and calvary to the pleasant dreams..
a fliptopping and rapping,
bombasting and screaming,
and beatboxing and modulating..
it is a runaway train on the go,
a prison cell with sky-dome,
and a settling down for love..
life is the silence of the night,
the spiel in the day time,
and the sound of earth's rotation..
it is a beautiful garden of flowers,
a field of mushroom plutonium,
and a story of vanquish and glory..
it is a matter of letting go,
a matter of holding on,
and matter of refreshing..
life is the waiting terminal,
the roadside bus stop,
and the embarkation airport..
it is an open curtain;
a furled sail, flag, and banner;
and a tabula already filled up..
a moment of childhood,
a time of adolescence and adulthood,
and then being a guide in a hood..
it is a plane in the endless sky,
a boat at the wavy ocean,
and a vehicle on the bumpy road..
an orchids on the tree,
a tree on the tophill,
and a tophill on the valley..
it is watching and participating;
playing, crouching, and striving;
and breaking and mending..
it is the dawning of the day,
the turning of wheel in the sky,
and the slumbering at night..
it is the chasing of dreams,
the failure and the success,
and the invictus of mankind,..
it is for the brave and courageous;
for the adventurous & lover of life;
and for ulysses, up to the lees..
it is your perception of the world;
your conducts, habits and ways;
and your existence-done time..
it is a wonderful journey,
a quest for sorrows and happiness,
and a search for base and destiny..
it is the love of yourself,
love of others and humanity,
and love of family and God..
the daily motion of work;
social networks, hanging out;
and the product of moves that you make..
it can be read from the Book of Life,
can be heard from the Bible,
and can be written by your own pen..
life is what we break it,
it is what we make it,
is what we receive
and what we give
and what we do everyday
what we dream every night..
and what we left in the past,
what we live today,
and what will ever the future unfolds
before each and everyone..
