I hear the quiet,
The gentleness of the air
No frequencies
Piercing or
Tones to defer
I go in quietness
As I sow the seeds
Whether here
Or whether there.
I silently heed
The call
to step out
of
The digital world
Of pixels and bytes
To the tangible present
Where hugs are felt
And faces seen
The essence of life
Experienced
in
Such a tangible way
Before the airwaves
Brought decay
Of human hearts
Speaking aloud
What they had to say
Of hands for touching
To comfort and tend
To matters presently
expressed
I long to touch
the wrinkled faces
That time have written
The glory of life
To walk hand in hand
Upon the land
And running upon the path
To dive into a lake
And swim
In it's cold
refreshing
waters.
Weightlessly gliding
Thru
The ripple's laughter
Of the river's song
To push a child upon a swing
As they gain their wings to soar
To see the twinkle in the eyes
When something takes them
By surprise.
I wonder if
This is
a human test
To discover life
At it's best
For the rest
To remember
To appreciate
The present moment
As humans are
It seems
we have gone
Away from
so far
I choose to live
My life
Not as
An avatar.