I'm quite jealous of you, you know...? This poem, it is what I wish to just throw everything away for, this vision you've created here. I've been finding myself near tears lately, fearing what is to happen to my world...and ashamed because I have yet to lift a hand to protect her...but this poem...it gives me a sort of...hope... We'll likely kill her in time, but perhaps before she dies, I'll fall into the deeper nature of me. Nicely done, sir.
This poem reminds me of the truly important things in this world; walking softly and listening intently to the songs of our brothers and sisters. I am a Taino from the island of Puerto Rico, they say my tribe is dead, conquered long ago and destroyed. We are not dead but very much alive in the forest and in the bits of us scattered by the winds to every corner of our mother. We live in the beats of the eagles wings, we live in the footprints of the wolf, and in turtles rythmic strokes through the seas. Alive, Taino, and listening to the lessons of my brethren as they soar above and trod below guiding me back home to myself, thank you for keeping the honor alive and for the care you give my brethren. You honor us all!
Yes, your path walks deeply into earth's song, and the song enters you, filling every space... It is glory unequalled to feel one... moments when you sense the world alive in you.
I do not see erotica here, nor perversion of Gods word..simply staying private..God gives this account a thumbs up..a go ahead..as long as it remains clean
now this one I like, and this account is good...I understand about hidden privacy mode, as a decent clean christian man...thumbs up for this poem and account
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..