Musing (A Random Untitled One)

If a bird is nothing without wings
Then without Spirit
We would be nothing,
As it is this
That makes us free and flying.

For the inspired human
Lasts beyond dying.
There is more going into them
Than you could ever take -
Would you bother to rake
A single leaf
From a planet filled with Autumn?

Would you look to a lake
And steal a single drop
If stealing its being
Was your intention?
Similar to the lake
Is the inspired human,
A reflection of how willing you are
To be free and flying,
Free beyond dying.

Of course, Death would perhaps
Find itself sighing.
Not out of resignation,
But dejection
At no clean sweep.
And now I think you will find
You’ve existed
With a peep.

The End

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