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  • Harvest

    Remote is the thought
    Of giving up what I sought
    Only tired of naught
    I’m just asking about
    A brief moment, relief
    And of silence of heart
    In this mind way too loud
    That’s still stuck at the start
    Which I find to be proper and fine
    When one tries to align
    With too much of “should do”
    That too little gets through
    And then sorting what’s true
    Takes the place of “to do”
    So remote seems this truth
    In the fallout of guilt
    All around mirrors you
    In this Cosmos you’ve built
    All the people you meet
    Make you bow and just tilt
    And agree to get hit
    By the judgement of you witt
    And just sit on this threat
    Of not saying things
    Lest you’ve done it and better
    Lest you want to just deter
    Others from getting feathers
    Cause you like them as critters
    And your skin grows and withers
    And your Eye starts to flicker
    With this glimpse of a Wisdom
    In the biodome of Mind
    It just grew out of doubt
    In the seasons of fear
    And the pain was so kind
    It was all it could bear
    Understanding was near
    You just needed to hear
    And observe not reply
    To the how’s and the why
    Cowardly ,apparently stealing feathers to fly
    From these others who pray
    To beliefs whilst they’re prey
    Everywhere that you go
    As you seek your own way
    Knowing nothing to say
    Rest for now , you can try more next day

    Did your best and you’earned it
    Sleep the rest of this season, cosmic hermit