Feed The Soul
Man, what does he seek; he searches yet he sees not. Be it wealth that he would dig, till his hands bleed. What does he search for; the gold that comes from the ground. Or be it his true wealth unseen. To listen to the wind with words unspoken, yet the understanding is there. Be this place that which no man has laid his touch. Oh see you not the red tail hawk flying, nor the great bear standing. Cry out the joy of air unseen and the smell of fresh water without man’s poison. The small fire burning, with the day’s catch cooking, can your mind not see the peace that comes with the silence, uncorrupted. To live with the land and to destroy nothing; this be the gold that feeds the soul.
Inspired by Janet
© 2010 Words the Windows to the Soul
Yes Mark so very true, and the quicker we start to live with the land and to stop taking from her the better, we need to look after her and we need to start doing it now
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Sue
All I have to say is Amen to this Poem. Right on.
ReplyDeleteMark I have been catching up on some of your blogs. Your words have really been flowing. You seem to be getting quiet inspired by nature and more. Your words are like a photo in this one. This wonderful scene was painted, but also with words that make one think and question the life they live. It is a winter wonderland at our place now. WE have almost 3 feet of snow and I just love it. But it's time to head south to the shores of Salton Sea in California for the remainder of the winter. May your words continue to flow. Hugs Carrie
ReplyDeleteMany never appreciate what they have until it's gone but hat doesn't stop them from yearning for more.
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