Form the black morning of the north in the north, I greet all with affection and the brightness of hope, for the best of fates to all who live and all who have lived, to those who are seen and to those who hide from the world,
for to live and to act on this material plain, is not always as easy and forthcoming as we have been taught, as the divide between expectations and hope remains a grand canyon in our inner reality and confusion,
having for so many years been putting the right foot forward in all our actions, and living with all our fears and endless precautions at every turn, strips us of our own personal characteristics and beautiful quirks,
that make us special and that be should uphold and triumph at every step and with every gesture, for we never know when our time is up and we will be replaced by a newborn’s cries, so celebrate ourselves we must,
and make us of our days, with the people we love, doing the things we love, living the life we appreciate and love, composing our own purpose by focusing on what within ourselves is beautiful, original, and real.
A.G. Munson
