El Anima

These are the times of our lives
Lamenting regrets with sorrow 
Jubilant exultance with wonder 
The ways in which we feel and we explore 
Our being …
Our memories …
And our love …
These times in which we live 
We own as we exist 
Mistakes from which we gain
Acquiring wisdom with every pain
Wading through the muddy rain
Sufficing fortitude 
And with grit 
A perseverance encouraged only by the history that precedes it
These times they are a’ mine.  
My animation …
My existence …
My preponderance and concept 
A deliberation and rumination 
Delivered from sovereign mind 
Self-contained, unassisted 
A private nation of one’s own. 
These times in which we flourish
Take pleasure and delight 
Observing constant movement 
Of energy and life 
A fruitful existence bearing 
Experience and thought 
A way to learn within the world 
Her essence and her breath 
Then ultimately, naught.

About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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