Mother earth opened her arms this morning and welcomed me into her waiting womb.
What will I see just before I die? Will it bring me a smile? Sometimes I sit and wonder.
Right on the edge of our vision, that's where the quest always seems to begin.
Will I find myself sitting on the edge? Or would I already have jumped over? Am I still alive?
Vision blurred by a dark glass while frantically searching for a light among the bent reeds.
Like the bamboo learn to bend with the wind because the stiffest tree tends to break.
What will I see just before I die? Will it bring me a smile? Only time will tell us.