The energy field of the year beginning
paralyzed my pen against the blank page of
What difference does it make?
If mortality is our only truth
I fuel my passion in giving
genuine pieces of myself
For the hope of being loved after I leave
as a shooting star or
as a dandelion
As the paradox of living unfolds;
the days pass by taking
more days away from me
I write this poem:
Let my mantra be “love, love all and
love yourself, no questions asked.”
My all is all I have to offer.