Just A Detail

 

How will I ever appreciate what's in front of me
if I'm living by the hour, while dying by the minute?

How will I lie down on the ground
and realize life is all around,
if I’m scared of overshadowing death—fate.
Never to realize im missing out on the details,
where I’m meant to breathe?
And really breathe; a cold, gentle breeze—
it’s just a detail, but please—breathe. Feel.

How much longer till I fathom
that upon the palette of my tongue
lies the anthem of my soul?
And that I must rebel against the norm,
be bold enough to fight in this old world
that still turns thanks to those with courage to love—
and be loved.

And the silence; available to everyone,
but virtue of the few.
To recognize the silence is to appreciate the voice.
Like the patient fire
rising from its ashes, creating a trance in its dance—
that is power. Just a detail.

The privilege of losing yourself
under a warm shower before sleep—
Its just, a detail.

What an opportunity to smile,
with the scent of home-made food swirling in the air—
appreciate. A detail.

Gratitude lives in a hug,
Your hug.
In a helping hand,
Your hand.
In being heard,
and having ears to lend.
Someone’s sight—use your eyes.
The sun will always come after the dark.

Now might be the time—
to free the water
from our sins and crimes,
to enjoy where we are— Now. Freedom, at last.

“It’s unique,
and there’s magic in it.
This audacity
may not always hold us up—
but the colors,
found in some details,
will let us revive.”