Before i knew of anything, i knew of love.
Love was already there.
In everything my eyes fell upon,
In every breath of air.
i can't recall what came next,
Was it hope or was it fear?
If only i could remember,
Life would be more clear.
'Live each day is it were your last',
Does not a Heaven build.
It makes of life an empty cup,
Waiting to be filled.
To walk as one enlightened,
And really quench your thirst.
Awaken each and every day,
And live it as your first.
