Flying birds know destination
Swimming fish know direction
Does man know what he does, dear?
Certainly not- -
he looks for excuses to escape liability,
cloaks to hide inner core,
daggers to locate trusting buddies,
desires to meet the solar flower,
pelf and power trigger ambition ambulating arrogantly…
Neruda asked …
Why do trees hide splendour of roots?
Because they are not like us!
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