As the year nears the end of its cycle,
when busy bees seize the last nectar,
and the Earth falls into deep slumber,
we turn inward,
diving deeper into our past,
wondering if a year spent,
equated to the effort expended.

Until this time,
we live as if life is eternal,
forgoing whispers of slowing,
instead equating doing as being.

But the only way we can experience living,
is if we are conscious of such moments,
captured in the laughter with another,
or receiving words spoken from the heart,
for when our own cycles come to an end,
if lived within each breath,
we shall find nothing left,
except our hearts full of love,
and gratitude for all of life’s wonders.



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