A feather


A feather
Once I wanted to be king of the world and I wanted wealth and things of value.
I was led to a simple place by a kind spirit and I was taught by her.
Wealth is a jealous wife, things of value will hold you down.
I watched her  blow kisses into a free feather and she told me, as the
feather danced in the wind. Real wealth can’t be bought. True wealth
is having a soft hand holding your hand and a gentle embrace in the
darkness of the night.

 

I brought her near and I knew her words were true.
I thanks her and brought her into a warm embrace and I whispered. You are my
diamonds and gold in my life, my love.
Coyote/John Castellenas