What is it about Life<\/p>\n
That gets people breathing<\/p>\n
Heavy?<\/p>\n
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Here begins a sentence \u2013<\/p>\n
A life sentence:<\/p>\n
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One\u2019s mouth or nostrils may open and<\/p>\n
Hardly ever close, blowing air in and<\/p>\n
Blowing air out (cold air, hot air, desp-air),<\/p>\n
Without ever actually breathing, breathing<\/p>\n
Life into oneself, breathing Life into one\u2019s<\/p>\n
Surroundings<\/p>\n
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Another\u2019s mouth may remain closed,<\/p>\n
Blowing nothing, not even a chance;<\/p>\n
Neither does this one wait to exhale<\/p>\n
Or inhale the toxins of a false universe;<\/p>\n
This one is not holding the breath nor<\/p>\n
Dropping the proverbial bomb \u2013 this<\/p>\n
One merely breathes, breathes life, life<\/p>\n
Into oneself, life into others, life into<\/p>\n
The world<\/p>\n
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So tell me who is more alive?<\/p>\n
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One whose body does everything right<\/p>\n
But whose soul is stagnant;<\/p>\n
Or one whose soul pulsates in life<\/p>\n
But whose body lies dormant?<\/p>\n
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It seems:<\/p>\n
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Not all with a beating heart<\/p>\n
Are of the living<\/p>\n
And not all who rest in peace<\/p>\n
Are of the deceased<\/p>\n
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It seems:<\/p>\n
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It takes more than blood flow<\/p>\n
For a man to be passionate<\/p>\n
Just as it takes less than dirt<\/p>\n
For a man to be buried<\/p>\n
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So what, pray tell, is Life<\/p>\n
And what does it mean to be alive?<\/p>\n
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It was<\/em><\/p>\n The life<\/em><\/p>\n Of Sarah<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We<\/p>\n As human beings of the bodily form<\/p>\n Tend to measure life in bodily terms<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The person breathes, sleeps, wakes, eats, moves,<\/p>\n Goes through the motions and emotions \u2013<\/p>\n The person\u2019s alive!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But we<\/p>\n As human beings of the soul essentiality<\/p>\n Also know life is more than motion or emotion<\/p>\n Life is passion, life is vibrancy, life is contagious \u2013<\/p>\n Life is connecting to the Source of Life.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Poetry of Life, like all poetry, at times gets subtle<\/p>\n (Perhaps a euphemism for vague);<\/p>\n Thus a Life barometer:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n If one is alive, breathing with a purpose and passion,<\/p>\n Burning with a soul desire and kindled spirit but the<\/p>\n World around, the people around are as dead as an<\/p>\n Unplugged mike, as cold and heartless as an ice cube,<\/p>\n Then such a life, such a purpose, passion, is a dishonest<\/p>\n Fa\u00e7ade, deader even than that unplugged microphone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You see Life, by living definition, makes everything<\/p>\n Around it come alive; Life, by living association, in-<\/p>\n Spires everything in its vicinity to breathe soul, all<\/p>\n In its neighborhood to<\/p>\n Rise up for Life<\/p>\n Size up for Life<\/p>\n Skies up and get down<\/p>\n For Life<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is the Life of Sarah:<\/p>\n Thousands of years since<\/p>\n She has last parted her<\/p>\n Lips, but every second<\/p>\n She breathes, breathes<\/p>\n Life into her children,<\/p>\n Imparts purpose and<\/p>\n Passion within each<\/p>\n And every one of us.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah is connected to the<\/p>\n Source of all Life and that<\/p>\n Never fades, only grows:<\/p>\n Chayei Sarah, the Life of<\/p>\n Sarah, is as alive today<\/p>\n As it was all those years<\/p>\n Ago (perhaps more so, for<\/p>\n Living things never stop<\/p>\n Growing)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It is as simple as life and death.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Here\u2019s the bottom- (not end- or tag-) line:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The lines of Torah are lines of Life,<\/p>\n Lifelines<\/p>\n One has merely to read and study the words, the lines<\/p>\n Of Torah, of Life, for the living to become alive and<\/p>\n The alive to throb with passion and spirit<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is the life of our mother; and this is the life of we,<\/p>\n Her children alive and well!<\/p>\n
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