To Be


The Spirit of the Air spoke to me
No words, not speech, nor hearing
but, instead, the Language of Touch,
My Skin understood perfectly
though I had no Knowing,
and the Revelation of it touched my Soul,
What the Spirit said to me
was all at once a Breeze, a Coolness, a Caress
So Light, yet I could feel the ebb and flow of the syllables,
A Vocabulary of Vortices, stirring the Air
and with each Touch a new Understanding
of what it is to 'Be'
Just 'To Be'
At One, In One, with Me, Myself, My Heart,
The Spirit of the Air Touch-whispered
in my Soul's ear the Wind of Silence
and in this Silence
Deep Joy and Happiness
and Peace.

Tears for the Lost

Today I cry for humanity
because humanity has lost its Soul

A photo....a woman...a rifle....
a dead Giraffe....
She is so proud...her poise...her smile
a conqueror of Wild Things
a huntress....she stalked...and was patient
as the Giraffe peacefully munched some leaves
stationary...peaceful...mild....Alive
she aimed...pressure on the trigger....
final pull and it lay dead
What a fight it put up....as it stood still....eating
How brave the woman with the rifle....
But how Sad the state of her Mind
How cold the heart that beats inside
How little she thinks of Life
How can we call ourselves civilised
when we kill for sport...for the thrill,
those defenceless animals
that cause no harm....
There is no 'Humanity' in humanity
and today I cry for them.


Link to the Facebook page showing the photo...
https://www.facebook.com/rickygervais/photos/a.211358748988486.1073741829.209390455851982/325842970873396/?type=3&theater