Blameless

The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends. - Thoreau

Let down the wild and free grass that is your hair.

Trust me, no one will care.

Beseech the evasive breeze.

Be sure to say, "Please."

Run 'til your weary legs relent.

Ere your searching spirit is spent.

Try as you may.

Emotions giving way to sway.

Cross-examine the sky.

Ask it, "Why?"

Probe all that was.

The wind will usher an inculpable answer.

"Because ..."

Author's Note

“The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.” - Thoreau