Brother you are not at peace, there are so many brothers not at peace at this time. Even in this moment too much emotion not enough stillness, I can’t yet hear the pebble in the pond nor the energy wave that emanates from the fall. My sonar says slow down man, slow down woman we cannot capture any time. We move so fast, we don’t know one another anymore that is so sad played as commodities, we all rival our minds, burn high. But the flames die, slow them down and watch the dancing spirit flames and take a long deep breath. We all must change remember we are all guests of mother earth.
For brother it is not a world not becalmed of itself, it continues apace but only humans who run the wheel like this are told by their masters they cannot get off till three score and six has gone, but nature is far more relaxed for we are but guests upon the crust over the mantle, but we will be spun off into infinity turning and screaming as we go. Not even time to say goodbye made lived and absorbed beyond the planet earth, fools are we to believe otherwise.
Bird Language
Bird language and me, I’m stood here trying to sort it out, a little bird rattles on in bird garble amazing. Trying now for half an hour and I still can’t translate the bird, it was different tonight I think it was angry with me all I can guess is that the bird was annoyed that I couldn’t communicate, maybe we should just call it a song for now a bird song…
