Out of love,
grasp life.
Hold it
in your arms.
It is breathing.
It needs to be
cared for.
Don’t be afraid
to kiss it.
Hug it openly;
laugh and dance with it;
let it fly high
and come back
to sleep with you.
The purpose of life
is living,
walking, running,
dreaming, loving.
No more than to create
with others.
No more than to live, drink, eat, share
with others.
Life is community.
Community is to link as lovers,
to give untl your heart can give no more.
Caress that seagull’s wing,
lick the dew from the grass,
grow the most beautiful flower,
protect the ugliest weed,
hold the hand of a cripple,
wave to the sea and the sky.
Whatever you do,
live it.
That’s the only point.
Enjoy it,
enrich it.
Sow seeds of welcome,
seeds of respect,
dignity for every living thing,
for every damned growing thing.
Go on
making stories of a lifetime,
taking from the past the best love songs.
Don’t ask what life is -
it’s in you,
it’s the breath you breathe
into others.
Keith Armstrong
