Awake my soul (in memory of Pinda)

Digging in the garden, mud smeared on my face like a solider,
Carefree and innocent, my feet submerged in dirt,
Flowers, flying free like extensions of my arms,
Flowing in the wind, echoing my soul,
dancing with desire.

And in my mind, a revolution has taken place,
I let go of myself, let the wind carry me,
Up in into its old arms, like a baby,
Freeing me from material desires,
Awaking my soul, to natures beat.

For that moment, the horrifying images,
That poisons the television screen,
Dissolve away into the distance,
Like the ever changing skyline,
A utopia, of paradise emerging, unchallenged.

Out from the broken bracken,
Rising up into the heavens,
To meet the smiles of a man,
Whose hope in human strength,
Outshone all of man’s shortcomings.