As time motions
within passing moments,
through lungs, through tree limb.
The breaths of a lifetime
intertwine,
With the currents and swelling
of eternity.
As eyes catch this cycle,
hearts give it purpose.
Formless and open, they stay.
–
Softly whisking away
a final breath,
Only to resurrect
in the cries of a newborn.
A weight understood
by no soul,
caressing those
in gentle sovereign song.
Divine that slips through
crevices into forever.
Only seen moving in
captured clocks and resting pictures.
–
The hushed winter river
feels the same push towards distance,
As warm tears sinking
down an aching face.
A blossom and a sparrow
could tell a man,
How each breath is its own,
As each life is itself.
There are a thousand ways to be human,
As there are the many branches
of a single tree.
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A responsibility to feel the breeze,
as time peacefully crashes along.
Growing like the branch
with life and death coursing through.
Learn to be,
as a heart filled with wonder should.
A soul through life will quietly rain
in its thirst for new taste,
filling parts of a person
in oceans and lakes.
Do not drown
in finding how your being belongs to you.

~Anthony Wayne Morrison, 20, student

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