True Self
We have been robbed of the basic,
hands on experiences of life
We do not till the soil for survival,
We do not meet to erect a new barn,
We do not wallow in birth, messy and
aromatic with the scents of new life,
new blood and sweat
Too clean.
Too technological.
Too far from our true selves.
We shield the child from the perception
of harshness, from wakes and funerals
We shield the adult from acting like a child,
no laughter, no getting dirty, all bad news
To see the world for what it is
To see the man for who he is
To see the woman for who she is
Refreshing, to have sight, real sight
Find your true self
Believe in it
Let it run wild through the wind, dirt, trees and grass
Let it be free
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