struggling to breath
between sputters and roars
Mustang in gridlock
how does one not feel the vibe
True Self yearning to be free
struggling to breath
between sputters and roars
Mustang in gridlock
how does one not feel the vibe
True Self yearning to be free
commuting through rain
not so bad when compared with
working in the rain
neither approaches harshness
living homeless in the rain
stray clouds pile in front
brilliance of risen sun
hidden not contained
shameful acts of corruption
can’t defile divine goodness
sky like blue bonnet
clouds scattered like sheep grazing
gentle slopes of green
even though it’s almost fall
nature does as nature will
morning dew and fog
unseasonable August
whose climate is this?
how can anyone proclaim
our presence has no effect?