Love! Honor! Cherish! & Respect!
In
yonder mountain valley gentle teases a Whisper-wind
A
blanket-thick plethora of yellow blooms stirring-bend
Soars
me spirit in Honor-wonder Mother-Nature
friend
Often I visit such a tranquil venue for
respite peace-of-mind to contemplate life. In my reverie I ride Thunder-unicorn for transport to a
destination calling my soul. Full-well I am sorely aware that a septuagenarian ought to know better than to tempt such
outrageous incantation as child-innocent Fantasy
for fear of some “old”-person dementia inclusion but---old habits…are hard to change. Reckon-so sure-enough this ole boy
has lived in a comfort-world far
different from the norm. I believe (and practice) a reverence of Truth! Justice! & The American-way! Constructed on a
foundation of holy/sacred Faith! Family & Freedom! Might but simple be a
self-determined mantra (catchy) but such devotion leads to a code-of-ethics to which strict adherence
is demanded. Never would (simple-humble) I call such discipline on any other though I must absolutely demand a
passion to the structure of myself. I expect
nothing of the society/culture within the collective---and…I am seldom
disappointed with the results. That is---their problem…not mine!
High
above yon Pacific-blue a gale-torn sentinel-escarpment
Here
to another spirit-respite cherished Freedom-deportment
No worthy philosophical-vagabond
confined to a compartment
’Tis a Grand and Awesome-wonder empirical discerning Love absent any evil
condition, rather simply for the devotion-emotion of self-realization and
ultimate satisfaction just in the doing!
Yonder there! High above the chaos-waves below suffering an onslaught-wind
determined to foment a fury storm attacking in force the headland interrupting
a usually placid sea that one of nature-understandg and part might even begin
to appreciate a nuanced-venue beyond
a relevant!
First
pink-blush hint-of-dawn through frosted-filigree window-glass
Awaken
me! Sweet-call to new-day accept yet another challenge-sass
Toil
until mid-morn to rest in oak-shade allowing labor-stress to pass
To hard-exercise the body results a fine
physique-display and a satiated mental-state but such chance to work intricate mysterious-mind
beyond any easy obvious suggests a trace divine leading to an
inspiration-creative and in that intrepid dare skirting tangential “accepted”-truth,
Perhaps!? Even an epiphany relative to life as practiced
adding enthusiasm for Love-found!
Arab-Proud! Grey with dapple-black! A-King! The equine Could!
No
“master”/serf! Rather, a natural-team
ad venture-bound! Would!
He
be there nd I am here---and so…’tis mutual-Love!
We Should!
Myriad “long”-days, sometimes, but years
grow short by style. I have cut firewood logs for winter-warmth and vowed plant
10 for each dead log I took. But---Pray I! Did much better than my initial promise…planted
12k- trees…thus far! Thank you! Mother
Nature friend! Respect!
Amen!
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