. When distant winds Find their course upon This land, through the trees, To My lungs, With Rumours of Joy Or Sadness Or their intermingling Let me not Let me not forget my privilege.
/To me it is not either good or bad, but good and bad, the precursor to all things, the black soil from which all things spring. And today would I reap only beauty…from the seeds of Earth’s lovely black soul/
A country boy. A no-name in the streets. He stood no chance. Except that one night. Though he started out shakily. One false move by the assured champion. A surprised victory. Then boldly he called out the other three. Right there. Defeated them. All four paraded there on stage. Surprised defeat dawning on their shamed faces. TheContinue reading “Merciless “
. I could easily Forget love Under the Weight of Sleep, but I Awake as Open as the sea. A flower of Sublime Beauty, how the world comes to Me.