I laugh when i think
About how people believe
They see the grand design in themselves


We are part of it all
When we do our best
To honor the truth around us


Like a leaf falling
Turning end over end
Tumbling from its parent tree


How can one leaf
Be greater than the tree
No matter how beautiful the dance


Humility is being
Big enough to know
That we are so small, truly


Motes, sparks, feathers flying
Briefly born and briefly dying
A breath between two pages, and a rustle


But the freedom that comes
With knowing how humble we are
It's hard to put a size on Freedom


Because things that are small
Have all that space and time to enjoy
While those who plot and plan
Never seem to have enough time


Freedom isn't about power
It is about becoming small enough
To see around the ego and accept


We belong

Lady Fireball, I had to log in just to thank you for your poem. You are one of the most creative people I know, practicality is hardly a good measure. Fire 'em off dear friend, love you.

Christine wrote:Lady Fireball, I had to log in just to thank you for your poem. You are one of the most creative people I know, practicality is hardly a good measure. Fire 'em off dear friend, love you.

I had to log in just to thank it too. Beautiful

I too think you are very creative and loved your poem and especially these lines

"Motes, sparks, feathers flying
Briefly born and briefly dying
A breath between two pages, and a rustle

Freedom isn't about power
It is about becoming small enough
To see around the ego and accept

We belong"

Your poem gave me goosebumps of a lovely kind! Love, Maggie

You guys are too nice.
i certainly could use more nice in my worldview ;(


Thank you for the kind words and my apology for late reply!! Up past midnight doing yard sale signs haha.

Google Furry Freak Brothers Thoroughly Ripped to see the characters on one of our signs . haha its so damn funny. "We're going to the yard sale"

#@

Then we ripped off PAC man and furby . hehe oops