From my father I inherited the ability
to stand in a field and stare.
Look, look at that gray dot by the fence.
It's his donkey. My father doesn't have
a deep interest in donkeys, more a figurative one.
To know it's out there nuzzling the ground.
That’s how I feel about my life.
I like to skirt the edges. There it is in the field.
Feeding itself.
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"How I Feel About My Life" -
I should want to cross-over into that
border territory--beyond the Edges.
I have a deep interest in donkeys and
would want to come to know them.
Is he/she happy over there?
Is the Master treating them most fair?
Would they enjoy and apple to eat?
A shady tree to escape from the heat?
A pail of water to quench their thirst?
Seek-out their need- intersect it first!
Then I should See...into
Their Soulful eyes--so Wise,
Partake of their Journey- withstanding time.
Yes I would want to cross-over the Edge,
Rather than stay behind my own little Hedge.
FOR LIVING IS LOVING
AND LOVING IS GIVING
FEEDING EACH OTHER.
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