Whisper to your earthly self to elevate rather than relegate,
Share experiences of voiced practices empowering another,
Prepare speeches for the beasts about the beasts to unwind,
Scrutinize antique scripts of geographic geometric calligraphy.
Wait a moment or two and allow me to rewind an era or two.
Open-mindedness as described by the falling autumn leaves
Was but a source of hardship and agony. For an era or two
They have demonstrated the errs of beasts. And yet, for us
It was regarded as the future of this downhill path. For me
And many other storytellers we wait to stabilise these lines.
Where were we? In a sorrowful abyss? Or a fruitful garden?
Walk along newspapers and mingle with words to absorb,
Stand on hills and gaze with your eyes on leaves to reflect,
And present your perfect teeth to the lost mindful hearts.
Thursday, 24th of March 2011