a buddha...
or just another homeless man,
standing on the corner
of the street going nowhere.
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when we ran with the glory of wildness, before we became a civilized mess! Just wanted to say that I liked the way you expressed this, in a review of my poem. About this poem, I really enjoyed this, especially these lines: the trees shed their leaves for the winter cleansing, and so we lay our bodies down into the earth's embrace! o to be ocean, filling the great chasms of history. o to be mountain, and bridge the earth to the sky. o to be wind, to come and go without restraint. Thank you.
Wonderfully ........10..... If I no burn down, if you'll not burn down, who'll light darkness :) Ts.
the home that cannot be taken, but is freely given! but the man has become a homeless! ! How? Nice poem. Interesting to read and the truth can not be denied..
Yes, great write, it taught me that I shall never pity a homeless man, but admire the freedom he acquired. (somehow I feel I always knew..) He could be anything, under the wise simple feature of the small and cute grain of sand. Thank you for this wonderful poem!
A wonderful write. Enjoyed reading it. Home is where peace is and many of lost it.