sometimesihatemycat

We wake up in bad moods

We forget our breath

We argue with others

We will face our own death

We all get embarrassed

We trip and we burp

We reach out for others

We hurt when we hurt

We can sit in silence

We can follow our breath

We can notice the details

       And wake up before death.

–April Resnick

~ by April on May 31, 2012.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Meditation, Poetry