Through the narrow mountain pass ,I traversed
with narrowness of nature
being far from the real danger
,which stood next to me scowling.
“The people here are strange.”
The narrow one snarls.
but the mountain keeps on flowing.
I keep on flowing
away from that narrow one
fountain,some say, of life.
I watched the birds soar free
And I watched humanity be caged
by itself and
Narrowness of heart.
Narrowness of mind.
Narrow mountain pass caging us in
and the one next to me
locking the metal bars.
Mental bars and mental walls
Judgement,some say,is just a part of life.
As the trees sway
It seems some will never be swayed
from the pulse of hate.
As I watch the leaves dance
in the gentle breeze of nature,
I can’t help but sense
that there is something unnatural
in the rocky, narrowness of minds;
When we live and cultivate pain
like that tall ,narrow one
Towering above me
Who some say
I ought to admire.
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-Wishing you the brightest of days, Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one.If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow. ”