while talk
can be pretty
poetry thrives
intrinsic beauty born
to the inner grace of words
unrealized
gifts
for the welcoming page
and attracted eye
life
is
but vital art
moving upon the earth
every breath taken
a painted stroke of GOD
pilgrims
to his GOOD EARTH'S country
PEARL S. BUCK likely
an early secretary
to such idea
wild bees buzzing
for some wanted memory
of the precious honeycomb
abandoned
momentarily but oh so willingly
for less secured fields
of necessary exploration
away from what's familiar
the honey sought
is slowly recovered
drop by miniscule drop
until only just now
does it manage to make
SOME UNOFFENDED SENSE
every flower visited
tells a story
its beauty and silence
serenade the hungriest of eyes
and we too are giving
even as we are taking
some indescribable something away
which can only further what we know
for the existence of stillness itself
is a most profound scholar
over man's far too ignorant choices
made
yes
our environment truly does shape us
yet we must also stand to own
that we too shape our environment's
path
and balance of such fact here
is what needs to reign
lengthwise
life wise
and uncompromised any further.....
Sept.6,2001(2AM)
this was deep! i enjoyed reading very much!