Placid pond far away from assault
Set the sun free on the rippling current
Emerging from the woods into the water,
immersed in peace.
A slit carved into the ground
winding, spiraling past roots of our elders
like a wound opening up,
the blood of the earth flowing past.
Its true source can never be found.
It starts where we began,
flowing forever forward
Carrying us on until the last.
WELCOME
I want to welcome
most honored literate ones
to my mind in words.
OVERVIEW
These words will feature
glimpses of philosophy
from my point of view.
INTENT
Maybe if I write
I can inspire someone
to be amazing.
MORAL
Adore the nonsense.
Applaud sitting upside down.
Alliteration.