I parody an eagle sitting rocks on high.. watching beauty.. living dance.. mirrored from the sky.. see a child with his big wheels imitating dad.. innocent.. unqualified.. best time most folks had..
See a woman walking passion trails hers alone.. social weight cannot change fate.. no need to fear.. atone.. walks a path as women have for all time written down.. her senses tell her what she wants.. from what ‘just comes around’
Stories of the disappointed.. stories casting blame.. stories of the man who wronged.. until they sound the same.. sudden laughter when the flowers shower life in bloom.. comes to true.. fancy free.. passion soaks the room..
Under trees gentle breeze good nature is a force.. honor is true for me.. plots my social course.. when I wake to take another living day.. to see what is called ‘Jubilee’ wisdom children say..
‘seconds come beat a drum of what is sensed as real.. for this second only.. each living right to feel’.. barriers are carriers of guilt behind a weight.. of something unknown to me in the sunshine of my fate..
Thought.. ‘mankind is the only mammal ‘ that does not know they are born with what they need’.. (‘that argues with who they are!) 🙂 .. Peace Tony