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
True jewels and wealth are there for our picking-but we chase the mirage…nicely written!!
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Thank you Rupa. I appreciate the comment.
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Oh so true my friend. Wealth is carried in your heart and not your pockets.
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I agree Jerry and thank you for reading and the comment.
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The poem said it man said it.
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Thank you Bernd for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Reblogged this on Mihran-Kalaydjian Real Talk and commented:
wow – speechless – words like a melody
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Thank you my friend. I hope you and the family is doing well.
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