Warren Arcila

Days are passing oh so quickly, only yesterday i was 12 and tomorrow i will turn 90. A conscious raindrop aware of all these other raindrops in this one of countless storms. All hurtling to the ground, our individual ends. We regroup and begin our journey yet again. So fleeting, so horrendously beautiful these terrifying moments of awareness. Only this chance to be this particular drop.

Dancing in Between the Womb and the Tomb

we create our own memories choose what flavor yours will have will they hang heavy with bitterness,sorrow and regret? or are they filled with passion,joy and love? know that circumstances are tilling the soil of your spirit you choose what blooms from your soul

will the memory of your entire life be a wilting weed? or a brilliant flower?