Eternal

I have six plants in my apartment. They appear to be flourishing and all I do is watch them.

When they begin to droop and look sad I pour water over them.

Some day they will not pop up like they always have before, no matter how much water I pour.

There will be nothing I can do for them when their time is up, but in the meantime I love them.

I enjoy their color. I find peace in their shapes and I am aware that they make the air here better for me.

I am better for them being here.

And they benefit from my breath too.

There is a symbiotic beauty to this relationship that describes the whole world. We are made to care for each other, to love each other, to find peace in understanding.

There is no need for me to wait until I am in some particular building to find this peace and there are no magic words that will work better than others. I do not have to fear that I will suddenly be flung into a pit of fire, or be carried away by a band of angels.

My heart and my memories keep you safe within me until we become one with everything and then nothing stands between us.

I am what I am and that is part of this incredible, magnificent world where the life cycles make us all eternal shapeshifters.