In what I call darkest years.. time bright karma was.. lit paths past every fear.. what loving karma does..
After runs for decades.. loving.. every dance.. old bone weary laid to rest.. thanks for each stride race and stance..
Thanks to love for learning.. turning each knowledge to good.. thanks foundation true.. when a babe I understood..
Beauty.. nature.. birds fly skies.. do not expect or blame.. love anchors my living boat.. stay clean.. no judge or shame..
Far away in lands misogynistic.. blinded so.. speed them to what nature sent.. artistic love will flow..
Enemy invisible.. lost in nothing lies.. I never follow rules of fools.. have no time to despise..
Now old bone is buried.. merry memories still hold.. of times when dance.. lovers.. a chance.. each living story told..
Coming down from lofty heights.. to sweet music played.. persistent bent.. again heart spent.. in love our path was made..
Calmly now I settle.. light a healing road.. dancing in my happy.. love my only load..
Thought.. ‘tell ya my brother.. misogynism makes no sense.. women can do most anything a man can do ‘in the mix’.. do things that no man could do for me.. also.. to me they are a hell of a lot prettier than most men I see.. yeah.. even if one has no feeling.. decency or respect for women.. common sense should blare in their insecure ears.. ‘THERE ARE ABOUT THREE TIMES AS MANY FEMALES BORN.. AS MALES’.. I say ‘cool beans’.. NOTHING ABOUT AN ARGUMENT FOR HAREMS.. (just a fact of life in our monogamous species)..