Wilderness Wonders: Reflections on Life

To Pursue A Mocking Bird

 

It was in that moment of pursuit that I realized miracles can happen.

Frame out lands backwoods where justice lingers, looking for a friend. 

Seasoning the eyeing birds waiting for a moment to fly. 

Outback wilderness speaks, and dust picks up in a fury, blowing outward onto the grassy knoll.

Flames-Passion has no place among the strong. Energy has no desire for the rich. 

Piles leaps in the womb until it quivers into the soul for birth. What am I?

Opera tones that speak in the night until they ring into a message of truth.

Booths-Keep quashed the thoughts of many but savored the intrigue. 

Solids—rock-hard ambition nestled in with delight.

Plain Jane: Dusty old warlords who can’t get their attitude right.

Peaks—It wasn’t until pleasure kept its word that I took a moment to puke.

Destiny: Fire and Ice. Water and air. Earth and breath. Soul and Spirit. 

Wheel—Two steps closer to a dream deferred.

Pain—a substance necessary for growth. Weeds.

Love-Guides in the moonlight. Flickers out into eternity until it stops.

Air-Breathe

Death breeds you for rebirth and then shoots you out like a dream.

Tolerance-Back

Fire-cleansing marks that wave for clarity.

Source: Pursue