Things are beginning to happen
Behind the scenes the movement is continuous
Life of all kinds in an orb of nutriment
Swimming swimming, dancing, playing
Jumping, falling, running, sitting
We are changing with the seasons
We are her
She is us
That’s something we all seem to lose track of
Only few live with it in mind
And thus they live free
And happy
I see them and they know something we don’t
An answer we cannot see
Words we cannot hear
Human we are, no more
Changed into something else
Something different
Something hard
And difficult
Yet when her beauty shines, you are the month of May
Subconscious awakenings
Lighting up the eyes and filling the heart
Then soon forgotten or never felt again or never felt at all
This earth we are
And we this chipmunk, and moose and deer and beaver and woodpecker and blue jay and beech and maple and sapling and mosquito and dragonfly and spider and snake and frog.
Eyes lie to survive
This is the only way
And sometimes
There is love in the lie
Because all we meant was respect, all we meant was compassion
To hurt another is to hurt oneself – as someone has probably once said
It is unnatural and therefore unnourishing
It is not free to jump in the water, though it is cheaper than most think
And not at all with the payment we normally use
It is a piece of you
Scary to give up
But soon replaced without ever noticing
The movement refills us
It is us
Let’s not fail to remember this time
WritingbyJordan 