First,
   you forgot me.
Later,
   you hurt me.
Now,
   you laugh about me.

But I forgive you.

I laugh with you
   now.
I will hurt you
   later.
I am going to forget you
   at last.

a great effort
must come at the strong will of mind
carry the burden of one’s pain,
must take the leap to lead
the thought
to fill
the sorrow
of shaping one’s head, throat,
heart and gut.
and becoming true to self
must come to learn
of letting go,
of detaching drama
worn about life’s tragic death.
how will you survive?
if there’s no change,
if there’s no willingness to embrace,
forgiveness that is hard to accept and own.
Although you’re trying to untie
the knots of being in caged,
your words that only deteriorate
you by your own illusion mind
and thus;
delivery state of confusion.

Apple pie in the oven
I can smell it from the porch swing
Grandma's in the kitchen
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Cool Spring day
Hay freshly bailed
Me on my ATV zigzagging between the bails
or
Just driving in circles around them
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Sitting on the tool box of the tractor
While my Grandpa drove
Or
Sitt on his lap steering
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Bottle feeding a baby calf
Piking up walnuts
Piking apples straight from the tree

I could go on and on
Memories made in a moment
But
Last a life time

Silence
Can
Have
An
Echo.