The miracle of Life is not found in books and research (singularly),
in argument and counter-argument (particularly).
No.
Life is its own testimony, manifested from the depths of pre-existence and clearly reflected and demonstrated in the common run-of-the-mill day we all wake up to every morning.
It is seen in the movements of the earth and her sister bodies...
validated from the simplest life forms,
admired in the noble and the most complex.
Life is both artist and canvas,
her subjects, reflecting the pains and sorrows -
the joys and ecstasies of our existence.
She suffers the fool and touts the genius...
and in demonstrating her cosmic humor,
sometimes begets them...
as one and the same.
Gregory
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About this poem:
Just some moments of inspiration...loving life
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