Lost prejudice, like a misshapen jigsaw puzzle piece that snaps in and imbues you with that wafting-petal sensation of sad, silent beauty.
Be the wind that shakes off leaf Or be the leaf and fall Or be the stalwart steady tree That stands to see it all.
Reason keeps you out To follow your heart you must Just go intuit
Everything Set against the flow of all we bring But there is no stopping what may spring From hearts that beat together.
the mass of information the gravity of knowledge the weight of intelligence and the buoyancy of wisdom
Not so much what is written But how it’s read Not so much what is spoken But left unsaid
Yes the sun is still shining Know the waters are cool Hey it’s just hay, won’t go away So dip in your toes, brother fool
Fire in the skies Rubble on your street Water in your eyes Washing out deceit Sweet be your patience
Cloud and rain, breath and brain One must blow that the other remain Dusty leaf and pregnant thought Lost in the cloud your breath has…
Word like wind cuts through you Withers all but true you