Smile

Here I lie in the wee hours of the morning contemplating life. Life as I know it...and how others have convinced we should know it. humm.. interesting. Have you ever taken a step back and observed your life? Do it if you haven't. Do it now. What is it that you see? What is it that you chose not to see? hum.. interesting. These are the days you need to feel the air flow through your hair, past your ears, life your coat. These are the days you need not move a muscle as you gracefully walk along the line of existence. These are...the times. The sky darkens as the sun rises. The grins are constant while you search their eyes. Light is no where but everywhere. The Love grows free as the rain soaks its roots. The lightening shows bits of hope in your times of trouble. Love is where we must stand. Love is what grows. Love is where one is transformed from an adolescent to an adult. Love is. Love....is. Be who you may, the sky is still grey...dug a hole and found a glow. Further I go and find the root. The roots from the Love. They glow with hope, but why buried? Why so deep in the earth where no light is shown? For the love is what drives us. Upon the hardened grown of life one is oblivious to this Love. One struggles to live. One dies in hate. You must acknowledge this absence of Love. You must search for it. It is always found where we least expect it. It is underfoot. Like always. Love is where the heart is. Love is me. Love is you. Smile and spare a root.

(Currently listening to Reservations by Wilco)