Don’t Let Them Tear It From Your Hands

You alone in that moment
The air, the sights
The smells, the heights
Of your Sacred Spirit

That joke you reveal
With none to care
No one there to share
As you laugh with the trees

What keeps you here
And what draws you away
Certain moments can not stay
Perhaps the greatest sadness

But never forget
What you have been endowed
When you are alone in the crowd
And your love seems far away

For what seems so fleeting
Is eternity disguised
Of true Freedom comprised
The trees continue to laugh

Recognize your Power and Place.

We are a dying breed.

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