posted on Jun, 17 2011 @ 08:19 PM
I have feet and it’s handy to have feet.
It enables the earth and the sky to meet.
I have a hand and it handy to have a hand,
It allows the body to eat.
But as much as I appreciate a foot or a hand,
I’m aware, that there just tools of the meat.
They have a function and at times purpose,
But I’m fully aware I’m not it.
I have emotions deeper than some oceans.
and stronger than many a river.
Where feelings range from the dark
And stretch into random light explosions.
A wonderful sensory weaver
That can easily make any one a foolish believer.
Although I’m in touch with this invisible seer
I’m aware; I’m neither honesty nor the deceiver.
I have a mind, perhaps not of my own
But something that grows and moans.
Like a fish it travels through streams,
In search of a home.
Forgetting its function it wants to rule,
Always confronting the unknown.
But I’m more than aware,
That its limitations and demonstrations
Are all just figments in the world of
Eliberocelta 06 2011