As I walk slowly along The sun flecked wood road, a large Fritillary comes to rest On my naked shoulder, then Flies in a little spiral And comes back again and Again to my shoulders and Arms, fluttering over me Like the souls on Orphic tombs. This never happened to me Before, and I feel my flesh Has suddenly become sweet With a metamorphosis Kept secret even from myself.
Kenneth Rexroth, “The Orphic Soul,” The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth (Copper Canyon Press, 2004)
today i noticed that life is very short. life is so short that we must follow our dreams. that we must kiss the person we love. that we must say hello to strangers. eat that creamy chocolate bar we were craving. leave our friends and family with hugs and kisses instead of just saying goodbyes. we should look at the sky. gaze at the stars and count it too. smell the flowers, pick it and give it to your neighbours. look at our lovers face and memorize the twinkle in their eyes when they talk about their day. call our mothers. call our old friends. dance the night away till your feet give up. enjoy the little things before it’s too late. before it’s too late to enjoy life.