the art of breezing

Unexpected
like a sudden summer storm
or
a postcard in the mail
or
a call from a long lost friend.

Light
as laughter
and
as the morning sunshine.

Airy
as the gentle summer breeze.

Refreshing
like a glass of ice cold lemonade
after
the unpleasant flavor of spoiled milk
poured on perfectly pleasant porridge
or
like the coolness of a sudden summer sun shower
poured amidst midday heat.

Harmless
Hopeful
Beautiful
yet
Born to die
like the unfolding petals of a purple petunia.

Unpredictable
Amoral
and
Natural
as a yellow and black bumblebee
buzzing from one baby bud to another
before suddenly zipping off to somewhere,
perhaps to another sweetened spot.

Temporary
but
Tasty
like a stick of bubblemint bubbleyum
which lights and tickles lucky taste buds
before too much saliva slowly extinguishes
the poignancy of pleasure.

isn't it all
Marvelous
and
Mortal?
like the dribbling of a ball
or
the beginning of a fall;
it all begins
and
at some point
all art also ends.

Exhilarating while it lasts
yet
Destined to not.

Isn't it all
like this?

So let us listen not
to those who say
run
from all which rots
and refuses to stay.

Instead let us learn
from our ever-dying Mother
how to fearfully embrace
both the beauty of birth
and the destiny of death.
And let us learn
from our ever-living Mother
how to awfully enjoy
these present passing pleasures
which she calls today.