Beginning at the End

If it wasn't for being alive
I'd be supernatural, superficial
I'd either take command or wouldn't care
Not much in between helps the separation
of apathy and gut-hope
except one's belief in a purpose

Since it's not for being dead, I'm still human
vulnerable and very much alive
Able to smell jasmine in the spring
allowed to watch baby Mockingbirds
chirping for their mommas
and free to feel the cleansing rains
Noting that all these won't last forever
but they have...and do
and somehow will.

The wheel of the year plugs zero
positive numbers take over
It's a rebirth, a restart, a chance to change
anything that needs changing, and beyond
Time to grab one's gut and wrench it
until something good comes out
because it always does
and always will

A time for rejoicing
and celebrating the new year
to either enjoy what you have
or aim at something you want
or both. Either way...
somehow, it all works

Avalon.com will be branded
into the memoirs of our minds
never to be forgotten
always our friend and beginning
So too, will many things cease to exist
But minds will open; ideas will flow
smoother than Grandma's mashed taters
then the best will continue

Often, a beginning needs an end
and sometimes, an end is good

Happy New Year, everyone!
May your hopes and desires be yours
and never let anyone guide you
to a path you're not comfortable with