gifts

We are given all matter of things as time moves our living vessels towards the next dimension.  Whether you believe we inherit such items or manifest them through subconscious longing, we are handed gifts.  That of love that is often fleeting sparking emotions that carry our minds to the next moment.  That of fear we hold closer than we should.  That of time.  Of all the gifts are the ones that we push aside for a greater get barely realizing it's impact till time has passed us by and we gather thoughts as our metabolisms slow.  The real gift is in the giving, the subtle sanctimonious purge of a fraction of our souls.  It's hard to imagine a life well lived without sharing.  In the ebb and flow the nuance of a kind moment where one is so immersed in the gravity of defeat or when realizing the impermanence of mortal longings with hand stretched towards a nother's heart holding out loving energy to lift an others spirit.  When it flows you flow to catch waves of impunity that elevate a dark heart or a sinister motivation.  So it goes with out notice but for the forsaken to be embraced once and for all as it sets out on a new moonbeam quietly captivating an untamed spirit for long enough to experience pure joy not to be taken for granted.  Reach beyond and live to fight another day with the fierceness of a bull and the love of a grandmother.