Song of the wind
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
A soul moves effortlessly
through space/time
Tending a body/spirit/mind
as assigned By cyclical staged life forms
following ancient lines
Traveling through life amid others of kind
With myriad means of connection
to find answers to the question
of the destiny of the legacy of humanity
between waves of selective cooperation
or conquest sounds of war drums
sticks stones sharpened animal bones
poisons of every manner of description
hallucinogenic potions and powders
And psychological warfare catastrophic disease vectors
unleashed in league with swords, arrows and spears,
advanced systems of killing beyond the ability of ordinary folk
in parallel with Simultaneous expressions of love and emotion
Breathing, heart beating in/out spiritual vibes
Energetic pulses shared between entities
Led by voices in the wind without beginning or end
Love and hate in the beginning
of human time
When written word and language
Were far from commonplace
our fertile, intelligent
albeit underdeveloped sense of mind
Ruled our actions,
we fought over things that mattered to survive
when we as human creations
beginning to act in ways more defined
Before good and evil divided us
Even across language barriers, religious beliefs
And even along racial lines
We developed strengths,
seeking to overcome our weaknesses
To show ourselves, as people who cared
If you believe in such things?
Before there were concepts
of ties of truth and honor
loyalty
treaties to resolve disputes
parties between the two
and of studied forms of deceit
to undoubtedly topple a potential enemy
We have continued to reinforce our bonds
through our words as we have grown beyond
familiar tribal ancestral roles and later societal rules
as institutions first realized out of desperation
as costs for defense grew exponentially
Training camps for citizenship rights
by people who shared wisdom
gained throughout their lives,
leaving signs of their influence
long after their days had passed.
It is about making ties to help us survive
Even this day some still last but not so fast
Liars and cheats still
do their worst to upend the lives
of those distracted or confused
Before there were graves or organized rituals
We grew sideways with knowledge of fire and horses
war machines wheels and raising grain
still specialists in hurt death and pain
Made their contributions to the war kings
paying tribute to the war
led small consolation to the war dead
Still, as we continue looking to the stars
In the heavens
we learned reasons for the seasons
Making places for higher learning
havens of and for the ranking wealthy or privileged
Unless you were one of the more fortunate people
having family mentors believing what they taught
Even risked their lives
Before churches and schools took charge
Commonplace as they might be this date
In it we are left to our fate
with beliefs so strong
When reality means something else
It escapes our reasoning
take us to a place
Where suspicions
overrule facts
as life adds to
what our explanations
subtract
matter of fact
Do we respect
the process of learning?
Being a good example living
The most honorable way
Yet, we still practice human sacrifice
in wars beyond end
Wouldn’t it be nice
if we could all stop and listen?
To the wisdom that
has come and gone
Like the song
of the wind
C2
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Submitted by Charles2 on October 06, 2023
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