Monday, November 26

The Indian Arab who found a sword

He is the black sheep of his kind
And chooses not to see
The triviality of judgement and pursuit
In life's hypocrisy

The sword is blunt
His words do the work
His sword is blunt and harmless
But his mind is not

He chooses to wait
And think, and listen and share
His joyful moments, and those that were not
In order to prepare

He chooses simplicity
Over convolution and twisted circles
And wisdom over thought
And thought over judgement
Most often than not

He wishes to share his tales
And looks for an audience that is open
To opening their minds
To share back like he did
In order
To find...