Thursday, June 23, 2016

Boxes of Pathology

On the road to nowhere
A man stopped for a deer
Checked his heart
Checked his car
And motored on towards material worlds
While he left love behind
To find home amongst belongings

He's got his painted walls
And lifted spirit perhaps for having known love
And the wildness carried out from the road to nowhere
In his heart perhaps is more care
Having wondered at it all, Having grown wiser for it

For in what we know, is a box
Trapping mentality of what is normal
Wonder often intuits something is good beyond great
Great beyond time and space
Grace beyond life
Living out there beyond control or design
Just doing their things without much worry
Being their best selves they can be

And to be privvy is a surprise wonderful
And to share makes it all greater

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