Each one of us is an island.
Drifting in the ocean,
picking up debris along the way.
The debris of life and experiences.
Some of us become lush islands,
welcoming and self-sufficient.
Others build walls around themselves,
becoming lost and finally deserted.
Which type of island are you?
The young hold the secret.
The secret to life and living.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump in the air.
Each day brings
new experiences
and adventures.
Just hop,
skip, and
jump your way to
living and enjoying
life to the fullest.
The mind is alive.
It grows each day.
New cells are born.
New sprouts of ideas.
Old ones are buried.
Fresh blooms as replacements.
Roots extending and reaching.
For new hopes and dreams.
For new experiences.
Let in with the new
and out with the old.
The mind is alive.
Let it grow and be nurtured.
A book is to dream.
Open your mind.
Clean out the cobwebs.
Sharpen the brain cells.
Think.
And imagine.
What was.
And what could be.
When you look into the pit of fire,
do you see marshmallows toasting?
Or do you see demons staring out at you?
Each person’s perspective is different,
and mine is creepier than most.
Light the candle
and see where it leads you.
Will it take you out of the darkness,
or lead you further into it?
You can hide your face,
cover it with make-up,
assume strange expressions,
but you are still you.
There is not escaping that truth.
The joy of reading a book.
Sit back and let your imagination drift.
Let it take you to far away places.
Meet new people.
Let your imagination soar to new heights!
SUSANNE LEIST 