Wednesday, February 21, 2018

When It Is Time

Hath you noticed, in nature...a mother will nip her cubs, to go, a mother bird, her fledgling young, to fly...the world, her sons and daughters, flee...upon their unfound skills? It will be ok. They will. These urges, in a mother, 'know', when it is time, and to her harm...she pushes them away. Stand upon, thine own two legs. thy wings, spread wide...into sweet heav'ns depth's, now plunge, and trust your path...

Namaste


Written byh Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

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