We Speak

Our minds.

They walk on by in drifts and droves, And never stop or blink, We are a superstitious lot, So, the sages think.

And then one day out of the blue, A stranger passed my way, Our eyes explored the open doors, We’d pass through one fine day.

The mist was kissed by morning mist, The sun threw shards of light, We speak our minds, And experience delight.

In another world, we walked, Past drudgery and pain, In an ilk of spinning silk, A heaven-sent refrain.

Words can’t tell the tiny bell, Sense of synchronicity, Some will swoon at the full moon, It’s pure alacrity.

Then eclipse falls from our lips, Like honey from the bee, Lasting liberation, Sent to set us free.

We weave a web of gossamer, The benefits are there, We strive for objectivity, The gift of being aware.

Select and sacred secrets Never taken for granted, Will expect mutual respect, And live a life enchanted.

David Rudder 2023

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