While We Have Life
Poetry about meaning

While we have life and moments to feel the sun and wind on our face, we also have time to find some meaning in being human.
Time to know the beauty in life is in all the tiny moments, like when we’re listening to rain fall gently on the window as the wind sighs through nearby trees, while clouds slowly stream across the sky and there’s only the cry of birds in the soft, early morning light.
Moments when the wind and sky weave through our being, and our heart knows their endless space and freedom, helping us know the inexpressible, the silent conscious space across the Universe that dissolves us into itself, so the poetry of silence becomes the unheard music of our spacious human heart.
And as we allow the Universe inside us to see something of its own delicate beauty reflected in the world we find there’s some meaning in being human.
While we have life.
Paul Mulliner 2021
I’m a writer and digital artist/animator based in London.
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