People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Sweet Surprise ~ Philip Brent Harris
Deep in the woods, rabbits run.
Birds fly, Foxes chase, squirrels hide.
Water falls off cliffs, runs over, through
tumbled rocks and rotting trees, logs.
Then quiet. Do you hear the hunter call?
The melancholy lament of lost love.
Love lost for no reason you can see.
It is clear to others, but not to you.
Like the woods, life goes on within
and without you. Will you join, be
but a shade in shade, a half person,
living in a reality that’s long passed.
Past hope, past joy, past action. Minor
chords to score your life, though
no one’s keeping score. Not for this,
not for you. You will understand
after you are gone and long forgotten.
You have departed already, although
you have yet to arrive. It’s not too late.
Shake off your apathy, your ennui.
Run again,. even the wrong direction.
Get blood flowing through your veins.
Find the sparkle in your eyes that
shows you live. Shows us, you are
alive. Seek pleasure. Seek pain.
Then you will finally remember
where you need to go on your way
out of your heart; the deep woods.
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