Don’t come to life too late.

 

Don’t come to life too late.

Don’t forget all that you loved about the mortal mundane of this magical moment we call life.

Don’t spend so much time in dusting the corners of a decaying day that you forget to dance a little even if it’s just inside your own beating heart.

Don’t fret the bills and the bails of laundry languishing in piles of forgotten forlorn things.

Don’t forget how much you liked to sing,

To kiss the foreheads of children and old alike.

Don’t forget the touch of a trembling hand trying to reach the tender parts of your longing .

Don’t wake up only when the clock has no more minutes to give

Don’t wait until the mirror is fogged with years you never truly saw

Don’t chase the ghost of a perfect life while the real one waits, barefoot and patient,

tugging at your sleeve with the soft insistence of the present moment.

Let your breath be more than borrowed air

Let your laughter shake loose the cobwebs of routine

Let your hands hold something more than worry

the weight of a friend’s grief, the small miracle of a dandelion wish,

the heartbeat of another, pressed palm to chest.

Do not count your joys in what was lost or never found

Do not love so carefully that it never spills over the edges

Do not forget that even silence hums with its own kind of song.

And when the end comes

let it find you full,

not of regret,

but of the wild, reckless beauty

of a life

lived.

Source: Larson Langston on Facebook

Art by Lisa Asaito