The Fortunate Ones
We are the fortunate ones.
The rare air we breathe
Contains our will to be aware
Thoughts of life that carry
The perfumed hours beckoning,
To still the mystery of our birthing.
Each moment’s reckoning
Fraught with loss from eon’s strife,
Taught from lesson’s closest
To the hearts most natural love.
Eyes outside their sockets reaching.
Whispers pooled from longings deep
To ears that hear no outward sound.
The ether now designed awakens
All silent yearnings.
Each heart developing newer learnings.
Flowers from all mornings first begun,
Children from the summers endless sun,
For such as this to brave what future comes,
We are the fortunate ones
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