When fields are filled with flowers and feet are bare,
when streams run clear and skipping stones are cast,
when hands are held as if love were a prayer,
Laugh slowly. Allow this happiness to last.
When the jug is full and sweet red wine is passed,
when the throat is parched and fever is running high,
do not let life's pure nectar pour too fast;
Drink slowly. The flask will soon be dry.
When the soul is weary of earth and wants to fly,
and the body too old and weak to bear this strife,
when the shadow is dark and ever drawing nigh,
Die slowly. Savor the last breath of this life.
Time is quick and mortal existence brief.
So hold each precious moment like a thief.

by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1985