Water lives in many different guises,
and never dies,
A snowflake falls to rest
and rises up
to fall again.
Nothing comes from nothing
No thing can ever be nothing
There are no natural vacuums.
Consider then your life.
How can it come to nothing?
Do we live only to die?
Is there a beginning or an end?
Or do we all just change states?
Life; the only constant is change
Life; the art of becoming different.
So if I should melt away today
Know that I do not die
Just change in state...
Tomorrow I may become the sunrise
I will smile my warmth on you
Please smile back then, and you will warm me too.
I may become the misty rain, softly patting your cheek,
caressing away the tears.
Feel me then, and you will touch me too.
I may become the whispering wind, whistling in your ear.
Raising your spirits.
Let yourself laugh with me then, the sound of your laughter will make me happy too.
I will be, always; and I will come to you in many ways,
I will be many things.
I am pure energy
Free to change
Free to become
So do not mourn.
Open your eyes and you will see me
reach out and you will feel my presence
Listen, and you will hear my love speaking to you.
I will be the bird that bursts into song when you walk by,
I will be the flowering beauty
that surrounds you.
I will be the scent of a memory
on a sudden breeze.
I will be the breath, soft against your cheek
When no one else is close.
Recognise me then,
and know that I am;
always with you;
I am, and so are you.