The Beauty of This Life

I am not old.. she said
I am rare.

I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.

I am the retrospective
Of my life as art

I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense

I am the fullness
Of existing.

You think I am waiting to die..
But I am waiting to be found

I am a treasure.
I am a map.

And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey

Ask me anything.

~ Samantha Reynolds

“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.”

~Marc Chagall

We are in the afterlife now. We died to another world when we came here. When we are done with this world we are born into another — Robert Moss

When I was in my early twenties, two people close to me died a few years apart. Both deaths were quasi suicides, and by that I mean I could see how they both had given up on life so that a fatal accident was…