Writer…born…0110
Rising, looking at the moon, my brain is closed
but listening to the sun. I can feel the dragonfly of
life all around the bend for miles of time.
My dragonfly, it can fly around us and through us.
She takes up all earth as if humans have disappeared,
she flies free like if humans have never been here.
The dragonfly’s float almost into our heads,
to see from eye to eye. Who is watching this.
As they sing they seem like they are alone.
It’s amazing to be so alone, just us, alone in this
garden.
Remembering the time we sang alone, only you
and me will remember us this way. The forest
you have brought us and the air we breath in
between the trees resembles this moment. This
moment in time.
The bare earth you walk on, the trees you climb,
you make this feel like home. You tried to sell this
wonderful moment to me. I cannot buy this time.
Within the wind I can see the sun and feel the
earths lungs blowing at you again.
You can only catch a little bit of this.
What did you hear in the distant?
Was it an echo of time or a moon passing.
Far beyond us dragonfly’s there are people,
people with names. Names like heavy
stones that they carry.
Just think,you can carry things
around your whole life, all that you have
is around with you, having all or none
like A to B and C to D. Here in this
garden you can be the tree or the sun,
loving the resting bird.
Most important, you can be the dragonfly that breaths.
Welcome home…
The End…
edit on 2-10-2023 by JJproductions because: (no reason given)
edit on 2-10-2023 by JJproductions because: (no reason
given)