Communing - Poem by Kathryn Brookins
I escape into the clouds over my head,
laying on the grass, a soft bed.
wondering about the shapes and pictures they make,
is there meaning in that? Is all I think of as reality, fake?
Could it be that this is the true meaning of life?
Watching the creators signs, and releasing the days strife.
Letting the preasures all fade away,
allowing only the pleasures of the solid Earth and Sky to stay.
I leave this society to enjoy a bit of peace,
this is my time, my soul release.
Laying back and relaxing and being one with the universe,
letting go of the days constant curse.
Work to live, that is how it was suppose to be,
live to work, is how it now seems to me.
I steal myself a piece of each day,
that is rightfully mine, no-one may take away.
I leave to heal my broken heart,
or just to think about things and others, far and apart.
This is my right as a human, to be alone with my thoughts,
and commune with my mother and father with sage and cooking pots.
Nothing like eating in the open air,
and cleansing the body, mind and soul while your there.
By: Kathryn Brookins
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