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Jack Andrews Poem
My Life like a flower
blossoming in the sunlight
burst of golden love
as gentle as opening petals
of a spring rebirth
quenched in morning dew
My blood flows green
as the leaves on the tree
I come from the earth
as free as a sky filled with branches
like fingers gripping the skies
My soul flies through to the edge of the atmosphere
beyond outward into the endlessness of space
Wings opening to soar and the harshness on no one
clips feathers in freedom of Spirit.
Jack Andrews 1971 Hitchhiking Journal Son of Big Chief
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Jack Andrews Poem
That beauty craves it's place
alive with white light
You
walk the tightrope
we live with lines of change
so fast
seem to want it all
not ever knowing what "it" really is
making judgments based on uncertainty
we lean on history
consoled in the repetition of mistakes
seeing them engraved in stone
like markers in a cemetery
passed on to one another (concepts)
passed on, souls, one to another (lives)
a spark that fills matter
precious life
precious life
Too sacred to destroy.
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Jack Andrews Poem
Eons passed
I look at the world
through crystal eyes
seeing many reflections
of the people I have been
time weaving trails of wandering memories
deep in the dark empty space …
on the windswept edge of a great fresh lake
I balance on the razor edge of fate
falling, falling, down into the tunnel of life
downward
awaiting an opening on the other side
of life
The other side of life.
Jack Andrews 1971 Hitchhiking Journal Son of Big Chief
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