There’s something in the breeze that heralds the end of March
and with it a sweetness you’ve all but forgotten
...the promise of rebirth
a whisper of hope that the past is behind us
that a new world will busily Spring forth, beneath our feet
you sit still and hear... Behold, the Giver of Life
You hold Still and remember what it once meant to Live
you draw It deep in your lungs and remember
the moment you were born
it’s all here, all at once
your mind clamors to wrap around it and shatters
and you see
You see your Self
the Lord, the Giver of Life
Me, and all Those We’ve been before
and all of Life synchronizes with the beat of Our Heart
and We Know, It can never be destroyed
that only the perception of ending will end
and that this, and all paradox, is the signature
of That which Created You/Me/Us/Them/Self/Lord/Giver of Life
....no end
