I’d trade in all this tobacco for a wide green pasture planted with plants that meet my pleasure.
I’d cast off this cyber connection if it led to the lesson of real interconnection.
I know I can go to the earth and immerse, but while I am human I love to converse,
plants are quite peaceful and abundant in knowing, I know that us humans continue to grow and I want to be a little water.
I want to redirect the sun.
I want to speak sweetly as the seed has just begun to grow.
I want to show what I know with a peaceful hand.
I’d trade all these advertisements for one real conversation about something that doesn’t rely on superficial reactions
So, I will keep sewing, quietly toiling while minds keep wandering to pointless places
I have a love, I wouldn’t trade, no matter time or day
Take it or leave it, I haven’t put an expiration date on it… but that doesn’t mean that it has a shelf life beyond me.
I don’t work in guarantees.
I offer what I can, while I can, relinquishing my hold on what I think I am
I work for Creation, because in lonely days that is the singular satisfaction I find to encompass everything we blind ourselves toward.
Focus on the seeds of being that are ready to burst free with life and living.