“Life as I know it…” she writes. A simple, yet deep and poignant reflection on the mantra of life – a journey deep into the long dark tunnel, where she falls into the whirling bitter pool and finds new pebbles of wisdom in still water and the light of hope at the end of the tunnel.

Wrapped in soft curls and strong waves of emotions, colours so intricate yet so fine, she slept through pain and awoke “… to dawns of new meanings…” Moksha, it is!

In suffering, we find life. We feed on its beauty and grow stronger with the passing of time and age. And, to her, life is a song and she walks with “…just a song on her lips” as she “Walked through the Deserts of Love… Climbed mountains of dreams…Felt the emotional streams…”

But, “Life is not about how long you live, but the way you live…” It’s about “…understanding the mantra of life … In giving is that we receive.”

Life gives but life takes, and life and time are a deception. And, as you turn the old pages of life that is now rusted and dusty, life becomes just “Memories of another day in time…”

“A cracked photo frame of someone loved and forgotten…

A broken gramaphone…

Broken anklets of beauty wasted…

But, nothing in life is mine or yours…”

Now, when the sun is set and the moon rises, the tide is high and the wave sweeps over you… and you wonder “What is a stone?” Is it a hopeful heart that turns into crystal with no life? “Perhaps, the epitome, summarizing life, on someone’s tomb… After all Life equals a million emotions…”

“A curving, never ending pathway that leads into the haze of emptiness

And I walk away and bid good bye to what was for me something like home…

And all that I have… a handful of hope…

But the call of the heart remained loud and clear“.

And, she winds around the bend, moving better each time. She digs deeper, deeper on higher ground as she flutters her wings on mountains high and finds life’s treasure to be shared with all,

As the night falls, in every turn, the fear of the unknown lurks… But you breathe easy in the comfort of now … comfort in every moonshine and every tomorrow holds new hope.

Beauty in simplicity. Dreams in memories. Strength in pain. Joy in giving – blessings in broken paths, and hope in despair you will find when you read Life as I Know it by Sarah Berry

Hope  – the mantra of life, mystical as it is.