Morning has come again, night is over.
What will you do with this day, this here, this now?
Days have passed on, one after another, gone like the wind.
Stalled, low, waisted.
But “I” am alive. “I” am here. “I” can rise.
There is still beauty when the darkness like blinders is removed from one’s eyes.
Today I am alive! Cleanse off the mourning. Breath deeply to the core. Allow ‘heart’ to beat again, feel deeply the rhythm of the song of life.
Be kind, and live.