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Written by Jason Loutitt
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The hierarchy of a tree branch
is such that the one
that wishes to survive does not waste
its time dreaming of living.
It makes its way
beyond the reach of others
to grasp the light and stay
in a vital energy of growing,
an area changing as much as
the life surrounding it.
A droplet sought
unity
for a chipped part of
earth
it's spirit didn't know
how it all stayed together
a stream never
minded
how the seeking continued
waiting perhaps in a
streak
a binding element held
more than just a
direction
more than just a
hope
more than just
tommorrow
more of what
it had none of
Nuances of neurons
firing at the vision
of not an image
but a dream.
Shadows of storms
making some pant
at the power often
overwhelming within
because paths
were only followed
with certainty of
only mind.
In the midst behind
the droplet at the mountain top
is the beauty of the valley
documenting the experience
stories of becoming
an elder
stem
from perspective
flowing just as an animal
and its environment
for from the birth
the creature enters
integration unfamiliar and unnatural
relationships change
reflections occur
Eyes of a hero
are born.
A small animal
grows to learn.
traditional ways
of living take hold
amongst nature and creatures
before circumstances
a life is made
interesting it becomes
a journey begins
and becomes evident.
All decisions
and all
struggles embraced
purpose
orders the enrichment
of character, lives
and grasping intention
wounds within
stumble to their feet
generational paths
blow free.
Influences on blood
and nerves
forming versions of ouselves
a tool becomes
useful the moment
it is used
tapping occurs
so as to wake
the soul
character develops
so as to accompany
the heart
the excitement
of a hero
begins in the
tripping and falling
into a wellspring of energy
an ability to see
more
is often found
in the blind man
observing
a direct truth
correlation towards potential
spiriting
all things go
leading change
contributing to the immediate
assisting the play by helping spirits climb
out of themselves realizing judgement has no place
neglect was fought
in a great battle on a great field
the natural forces of the society
adopted a belief system too easily
concluding the general and surfacing
the situation as either good and bad
reinforcing the ideals
something is lost
because journies
along the way
experience nature unfolding
and in letting spirits define
an ability lives to weave
though only the subtle decisions
made
fractures formed deep
rout out within the grounded root
foundation of self
breathe in awareness and truth
found in an elder's smile
reconnect life
to the soul's practise
spirits sing, souls open,
healing begins
and a homeless soul
who has sacrificed the seemingly
needed essentials thought required
to achieve a life is just as justified
and worth living because
it is not
based on such standards
many others form
outside perspectives
but occasionaly wellsprings
of lightning revelations
stem only firstly accepting
without cast shadows of
judgement
ills and diseases of all
finding others within itself and through
selflessness freeing toils
letting go
of blockages that come
shining in the way
of ourselves is a light
for some considered
to be a disgrace
as unvaluable a contribution
like the very structure
of effort and success,
a web casts a truth
only revealed from the sound
a different success
accompanies individuals
facing a truthful struggle
to cope with existing in this world
what hero has always forced
when the deal between partners
why a situation directly
experiences
directly affecting
development of
generations influenced
emerge blades of grass
cutting through decades
of concrete and centuries
of ignorance
abuse for a societal
degredation and limitation
species order
themselves in line
to be able to achieve
order in another line
alignments flourish to
the rows of pine needles
that sing to the spirit
of dirt
the hero has the intuition
the rock must adopt
a search inquires into reasons
affected things
making them wounded
sore, scared and scared
the quest
to define fear
is being told by the snow
which melted months ago
future evolutions
species initially
scents revealed
to the observer.
Through eyes,
ears, hearts,
character and perspective
of elder versions
of elder truths
of elder paths
unfolding stories
directly questioning
innocence search
towards information
contained but
hidden
needed but
already owned
heros as they go
villians as they stay
on to live
the very life defined
by them you see
stories go back and forth
between the two inspirational
beings constantly being opened
within the small
elder is the telling
a story with no perspective
bouncing besides the lonely
holding honestly
a direction told
is built
only to guide the mind
towards the telling of
a secret that what is sought
is already owned, is already there
directly
the of is
but to the communications
admittance of the elder
to a deep spiritual place within
child learns to define
the elder inside shouts intution
the elder cherishes,
forgives and heals
they were thought
to have been dealt with
the constant revelations
opened
they were thought to have been
sacred but were treated
with despair
they were thought to be reminded
of the feelings of victory
they were thought to be
cherished
the images of crushing pain
they were thought
that elder has had
a direct relationship
with the character
of the life that
he defines
situational opening
showing experience moving
out without any conscious
effort of this happening
in becoming the elder
the telling of the story
happens again
continuing to heal
welcoming, finishing and starting
by saying... ,
"Grandson, I'd like to tell you a story".
the beat of the heart
to the squeek
of the step
in the spirit thumping
soul sounding
call of life
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 04 July 2010 )
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