Vybrant Life

All along the watchtower where sunrises soak the morning dew and sunsets sip the last lines of yesterdays horizon. Where greetings meet the tides and tell tales of the moon. Where words consumed by silence speak clearly and etched edges of our charcoal smeared like indifferences cast colors and contour to the canvas of paths to follow. There, inside the imagination of self where every reflection built another perfect character to play a piece in such theatre of life exploration. A cast in preparation to build the story now told to everyone that listens. For there is no story without a tale to tell, there is no history without something left behind. The lines are dotted and curved and the etch and sketch like perpetuation sifts like sand to make mortar between the moments. A castle to call a home or a lonesome path to cast along, the song the same yet sang by different notes, different wheels, different spokes. The jokes on you, though it always will be until we realize how funny this life is truly meant to be. There are no direct answers, no set parameters in the aperture of our existence.
There is love and there is fear, there is here and there is there, yet both are only words and places we point out to make a contrast of difference to calculate expressions or emotions to call our own. Upon the throne of each last breathe of life lies the final moments of experience, where we no longer care, . .who ate the last cookie. . .

“What does the word vibrant mean to you?”
- VYBRANT LIFE

Making the climb with an amazing Vybrant Community!