The Morning Breeze
The morning breeze said,
Thought is overrated
Just move, be, trust
According to your Heart
Words cannot always capture
Substance over Form
When all your jacks have cleared
And you hit the sack
Your Being has to deal
With that which cannot be erased or written.
For Passion is the ultimate outlaw
It doesn't obey any rules
And so we Move according to our inspiration
With action as the final explanation
It cuts through confusion's mist
And Long laundry lists
The highest form of appreciation
The deed indeed is the Present
The morning breeze didn't speak to me in words.
I just felt its presence and it reminded me of living by what I feel.