If we could see and recognize
How often
Humans cry in solitude
We would be much gentler in
Our approach;
Much kinder in our remarks.
Acknowledge, honor and heal.
If we could see and recognize
How often
Humans cry in solitude
We would be much gentler in
Our approach;
Much kinder in our remarks.
Acknowledge, honor and heal.
You’re more likely to meet a wild one if you
Are quiet and still for they’ve lived a life since
Birth
Of danger and survival
And will not approach if they equate you with a threat.
They can sense threats and lies.
One cannot hide the scent of intentions,
And love is transparent after all.
The
Bird keeps singing his song
As I approach the tree
So sweet
The melody.
I stop and close my eyes to listen
Appreciatively
Letting this music swirl around me.
And I open my eyes
In spring sun glare
Taking a few steps closer.
He stays unafraid
And his song is all I hear
Now amidst this chaos in my mind.
Forgetting human language for a time
I am steady.
I fought love
A long,
Long time.
I put up my fists and stood
In
Defiance.
Pushing
And shoving
The slightest,
The kindest
Approach
Away.
Because that is what the ones wearing the disguise of love
Taught me to do.
Until
Into your soul
I wandered
And into your arms I fell.