Apr 2018
MIND BODY & EARTH
Beautiful planet with our open soul,exposing it for the earth to cajole
Starting meek,weak we reach as it teaches ,building our passion,mildly before winning
A dramatic overture,keeping count in time,offering receiving ,then laying life's plan to unfold.
An axis spinning ,playing with monotony,revolutions mirroring evolution,always predicting & planning
Our learning can launch a yearning or leave us blank with a story always waiting to be told
Living is limitless some say while many wait for lines to be drawn,directions needed to keep from grasping
Clouds often leave a faded view,left bounded between sunrise to sunset ,has the question again been answered in code
Left again to make another way find solace to greet the day, if not advancing then digging a rut waiting
When digging in to deep do we uncover hidden caverns that hide our heart, guiding our life blood like rivers that flowed
Grab at the leaves to make our bedding or dig for the gold to buy better,survival or inspiration seemed to be alternating
Born in a ditch still left to find a niche,making it work seems to come naturally ,throwing our lives in the wind to make an unknown episode. R.C.
Beautiful planet with our open soul,exposing it for the earth to cajole
Starting meek,weak we reach as it teaches ,building our passion,mildly before winning
A dramatic overture,keeping count in time,offering receiving ,then laying life's plan to unfold.
An axis spinning ,playing with monotony,revolutions mirroring evolution,always predicting & planning
Our learning can launch a yearning or leave us blank with a story always waiting to be told
Living is limitless some say while many wait for lines to be drawn,directions needed to keep from grasping
Clouds often leave a faded view,left bounded between sunrise to sunset ,has the question again been answered in code
Left again to make another way find solace to greet the day, if not advancing then digging a rut waiting
When digging in to deep do we uncover hidden caverns that hide our heart, guiding our life blood like rivers that flowed
Grab at the leaves to make our bedding or dig for the gold to buy better,survival or inspiration seemed to be alternating
Born in a ditch still left to find a niche,making it work seems to come naturally ,throwing our lives in the wind to make an unknown episode. R.C.
Not sure if I kept on the original thought or even had one :) sometimes no matter how hard we try we are still left grasping at straws,but still amazes me at how tough and well we seem to naturally adapt to good or bad things in life. Thanks for reading your thought are useful. Rick
