All of You

You walk by me

Bags in hands

Shoes on feet

Thoughts in mind

Breath in lungs

The art of dying.

Smiles paint your face

Sun shines through your eyes

Laughter sounds from your mouth

Existing where time doesn't exist (this moment)

The art of living.

You see, simultaneously we are the art.

Of living, of dying; holding this space in oneness.

~lm