Today I found out my uncle passed. I remember him being gentle and kind voiced.

Death has a way of reminding us of time and to live during that time. Of course I spent some time thinking about my own vulnerability and the vulnerability of the people I care about. But I also thought about on the things we create while we here breathing.

A Portrait Left Behind

I am here breathing.
Taking turns, sunshine and clouds
shade and warm my skin.
In their mesmerizing dance
my thoughts twirl
inward. Then out.
About life. A life. Saying goodbye.

We dance in our dazzling light
creating a self portrait
with the art of our creations,
the music of our soul,
and the depth of our love.
We leave behind the parts
we most want to share.