We contradict.
Things go both ways.
Neither one of us is more superior.
But why, form assumptions?
Words once out, they can never be retrieved.
They linger on, regardless of the effort to hide them.
The rage accompanied by strings of profanities.
How does it assist the development of a budding mind and soul?
One which we are held responsible for, you and I.
I JUST DON’T GET IT.
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A 500 year old tree, resting in a field of flowers – daisies, tulips, or daffodils. One where I can lean against, eyes closed, and listen to the humble concerto that the wind will leave behind as it gently brushes against the flowers and leaves. Scan the terrain that seems to have no end. Touch the rough skin of the tree and feel the water droplets from the flowers due to transpiration. A delight to 3 senses – hearing, touch and smell. Gently, leaving an invisible imprint on the soul.
A tree that I can sit on one of the many strong branches that will the platform for a broader view of nature, of life, of possible nirvana. An escape from others and myself. And maybe sometimes, underneath the shield of leaves and above the ground, a place like a quiet room where I can go, hold someone’s hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where I can live at the edge of my skin and drown in the most senseless fantasies and dreams, for as long as I wish. And when I have had enough, I would silently return to the world I live.
AMF
