Harsh, maybe ?
I came into a harsh life,
not the bouncing around, cloud dance.
Feeling unloved, unplugged.
No connection, with any real affection.
Although as a child, lay on the grass, chewing a blade, contemplating these clouds up above.
So fluffy and cute, pure white on a summers eve,
Oh how my eyes created, the bunnies, the kittens, the cute little puppies,
waggling tails, the boats with sails.
The slides, the cuddly bears, the stairs, that led me to a swing, to let go and sing.
Oh what a delight!
The dancing of my feet, that just kept hearing that beat.
Barefoot,
fithy feet,
my mamma gonna be mad,
Pristine, she’ll be glad, oh how I make her sad.
I just don’t fit in.
The wild one she says, you just cannot tame.
Not through beating, bleating, or cheating.
Not through lying conniving or trying.
She just won’t bend,
click in, sink in.
She just won’t see the same.
Feel the same, believe the same.
She can’t comprehend this place,
Where humans, go around hurting each other.
What will they discover.
When they uncover, were all the same.
Consciousness experiencing the self,
loving this magnificent show,
all particles all a glow,
Maybe its time, to let it go.
As the creator,
of the part you did start!
To learn the lessons of the blessing,
To experience you.
Now what would you like to do Now grow and show?
Inside your world let it burn,
through the ashes,
is the rebirth, from the turf.
Embodied, sacred, immortal you Be,
for all eternity 🤍💛🤍
