Free? Ones Spirit is with the wind, graciously.
Like the whispers of the air polluted with mixtures of gas, the oxygen and nitrogen particles swimming – I am a stranger.
A stranger yet so familiar in this place, a feather flies out the sky and dances with the rhthym of its own flow – as I seek to fly with the bird and build my nest.
To be by the barn stocking on the hay, singing songs of freedom, as my thoughts are in the bay joining forces with the sea, within the grand creation of the ocean.
A hidden Sumurai – the way of the warrior, a buried Diamond that has found it’s way out the soil – the scorching heat of the sun melting the grounds and revealing the glistened beauty, yes the solid creation of earth itself. A secret Anthropologist working for a society that is – present in the highest heavens – activated on planet earth.
Bewildered it may seem but comforting as the breeze.
There is silence.
There are words.
There is silence.
Should I be a superhero and unleash my electrical powers in my super saiyan nature, but who will catch me.
An Aloe, evergreen leaking out the echoes of vera.
Do I uphold this as power?
Is this a cause for revolutionaries?
All aboard captain! Ai Ai. . . The ship is on the move..
We won’t be using ships this time, will we.
A drum beat – sounds of the heart of the jungle, rhythmic
glide of the feet of a poised Gazelle. A group of Zebra’s huddled together – their stripes confusing the adversary – Do you recognize me as I you?
The beat is pounding on the sands of the desert, the life force gushing through.. belting as the heart of the melody releases ripples in the modern world.
Here it comes: The art of existence, the masks of color, the oak.. settled in a promise spoken to a Spirit swallowed by the Sea – yet One was saved for the promise to one day be seen.
Run! Run! Run!
We cannot look back, we have forged a commune –
We are well aware. . Now one beckons..
Liberty, Liberty, Liberty.
O’ Fellow – I bow at you. Marvel at your. . muscular endurance – Structure of the earth, treasures within the rock, territory of Life – Ye.
Yet we Remain.
What must I do.
What must I say.
Are we not an Indigenous people?