Alive

Alive

Smouldering burning debris, glowing hot rocks everywhere to be seen,
molten lava ouzsing out of the scorched ground flowing freely carving
through once solid rock.

...Eyes shut tight, hand upon hand clasp, gripping the short hair on
the back of his head which is bowed down and against his left
sholder....

Air rises off the dancing flames, hot sulphureous and dry. There is
only the sound of the thunderous fire rivers, and the crackling, poping
from the flaming remains.

...Bare feet slightly apart placed firmly on the scorched ground,
torso bent slighty to the left but standing tall, no movement, only the
rise and fall of his chest on every breath....

All around, desolate, baron hot scorched land, sky black with dark ash
as it rides on the hot air, sometimes lit up by the very blood of this
world as it expoldes high into the air.

...But still no movement, for he can not be shaken, he has no fear.
Eyes open now though, he sees the world for what it has become...

The flameing remains of a once colourful, rich and beautiful paradise
that was life. Now dead, empty, and left to burn, a bleached skeleton
of its former self.

...Looking around now, still not fazed, not afraid. He stands up tall,
with arms wide, fingers spread open and head tilted slightly up, he
crys out, not in pain, but with love, love for this world....

Gentle at first a breeze starts to stir in this sticky, choking, hot,
atmosphere building to a cool fresh wind, a breath eternal of life,
cooling this scorched world, steming the flow of its blood, freezing
its shape in new and interresting forms. Skys clearer now, holes
opening up, in this once choked air.

...As his cry fades into the stillness, eyes closed, he feels himself
falling, falling, back, back, his once strong body, now limp. The very
life within him allmost gone, but he is not sad, he is not scared, for
as his lifeless body hits the ground and bounces slighty, it comes to
rest in a meadow full of new and colourful life....

But all around now flows his one center, his love. blue skys, green
fields, a warm sun, in the distance a rainbow, his life fills this
place in every corner, rivers form and flow and burst with new life,
birds fly high and sore the skys - but for how long?, it does not
matter. For this one moment is worth it all. To live is easy... to feel
ALIVE, now thats a little harder. The worth and feelings and passions
can be immeasurable. As hard as it may seem sometimes, what ever it is,
what ever you need to feel... yern to feel... to be as one with life.
To be alive. When all is said and done this is what its all about...
the endless, depthless, seemless...ever present evoling moment.

Do with it what as you want, what you need, never will you be larger
than it, above it, but it is yours and yours alone, to forever hold