Wake Up Life is Short

Yesterday is not.
It lives with the dead.
This moment flowers
on open lips.
This moment breaths into the body.
Leaves like a thief,
escapes to mingle with the dead.
This moment breaths into the body
Caressing and filling it,
and releases,
past smiling lips.
Tomorrow is not.
Yesterday is not.
I am not.
There is only this breath
escaping past my lips.

Are you ready to embrace the preciousness of each moment of your life? Then join me in Waking Up!