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