“Natures learns nothing from hunaites knowledge, there a no lessons the beasts of the field can learn from us.”
I sat with all that is wild
desiring to breathe the breath of the untamed,
for all that is ungoverned shows to be more lawful and all governed lawless.
impoverished in knowledge
before the beasts of the field.
Nature learns nothing from humanity
there are no
lessons to be taught,
the lion and the lamb have laid together for common good.
There is no gold or silver she desires,
the beast of the field
wake and sleep apart from humanities instructions.
Kings and queens desperate to own the earth
destroy that which they cannot control,
have yet to make the stars dance
the sun rise and call forth day
the moon set and call forth night,
the seas to voyage beyond their boundaries by mans commanding her waves to cross.
The beasts have declared to men/women, not all knowledge is knowledgeable but rather,
this is you,
daily on my heels,
I’ve run from you a thousands times, fearing you,
you’ve been chasing me,
to make peace with me,
to teach me that you are the beginning of my own personal free.
A beautiful silence,
the way the clouds embrace the sun.
So, is this love?
A quite, constant embrace.
Melodies flood the air,
mountains sway, snow dances,
1,000 wings flutter to rhythms released to clouds,
a gentle rain falls upon natures skin.
“Here, a ray from the sun, his cape.”
afflicted by sorrow,
lured in by madness,
rhythms of deepening tones.
Beneath his feet the earth groans.
beyond figures of stone,
the tree bows to greet him, flowers offer fragrances of peace.
The sun offers from its ray, a cape,
he is a super hero,
melodies awaken nature, birds sway to lyrical pulses, and offer choruses the world cannot hear.
“Close your eyes for me. Close your ears for me, says the soul, I lay unexplored. You will not find me within staled walls.”
There’s a story here, close your eyes for me,
Beyond staled structures, roads uncharted. Lay reflections of a soul unexplored.
There’s a tale here, close your ears for me,
Narratives yet to be. Not published within books or phones.
Heard, within aged branches breaking beneath the sole, sweet aromas and fables never told.
Close your eyes,
Close your ears,
says the soul,
I lay within vastness, alienated and unexplored.
I thirst, for bewilderment and awe.
I’m dying, and slumbered, for I have been to long unexplored. Narrations stilled from staled walls.
Awakened by a nightmare, to find, I’ve been breathing in someone else’s dream.
Photo credit. World through my eyes.