“Why are you a vegetarian?” He asked.
“I don’t like the thought of animals suffering” I responded.
“But animals were created by god to service us” he said softly.
And we ate our meals silently, somewhere in the middle of passive thoughts.
It took a full circle
But the only race I believe in is
Who are we but bright flames that wane?
Flesh alive and so here now, but can step away from these frames
Far away the evening fragrance lingers
Seeping into deeper woods
Feeling is like morning weather
With windchimes and little bells
Rolling misty haze, kissing our feets
Atop the marbled pathway
Of a holy treasure
Throughout the history of mankind, how many times
Have people seen the sun
Through the tree leaves