Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the dream of the day
has me falling through
the sky, slow and steady
end over end over end
unafraid, buoyed by friendships
karmic arms envelope
my circle of love
they toss me in the air
beach blanket bingo style
I am giddy in all the attention
high as a stay puff cloud
safe as any man could be
I'm part of something bigger
than the ionosphere,
I belong to a tribe...
warriors in my camp
sharpen their steely reserve
come to my rescue
hugs and home-cooked meals

"I belong to a tribe...
warriors in my camp"

Hell yeah, Mongolia !

sure
ceasing to fight anyone or anything...
sweet srrender

Seriously- it is the hardest simple program ever- go to a meeting a day or i start thinking I Am somebody
And I'm anybody and no body
I sort of watched for 30 years
Then I jumped on the trolley

Good capture here.

Fantastic! I am so happy to hear you have so much love surrounding you and offered to you! And I liked the imagery in the poem, too.