Why do you choose to believe that being human, relying upon your own heart, mind, imagination, empathy, spirit, and two hands, is not enough? Why is your trust and faith in living a good and meaningful life deferred to external authorities and influences?
Tag: poetry
Father Sun, Mother Earth, how complete is the nature of life. We cannot have a balance without the polaric dance, we cannot know contrast without the two. So, we suffer by the choice to ignore the obvious and plain, to gather and to extrapolate the grander essence of the vast expressions underneath.
When I was young, and stupid, cocksure yet ignorant beyond the meaning of the word, I put my oar in the water and knew with certainty that I could paddle against the current. I was its master.
We had a good talk today.
I paused for a moment To look at the carved face And it gave me a chance To hear my own heartbeat The trees and…