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The Gift

The Gift

The Gift doesnt come at all
to those who are lost to see it
Doesnt come to the strong or weak
or to the famous people we seek

The Gift , of sight is the best of all
the gift that doesnt come
at Christmas with the rest
lays dormant in your chest.

Freedoms song is so dear I want all to hear
dont be frightened see it clear.
Dont be afraid to leave it dear
price to pay for every decision

we make our choices not thinking clearly
we pay with our lives give up so much
what we think we want in fear
we give up something so dear

People searching everywhere
asking for their share
where can I find the happiness
with materials that I wear?

Where are the riches
that success brings me here?
The fame of instant recognition
the ability to be more than human

Success stories of others
always that I hear
please bring them here – to me
so much I want to see

These things that make the world go round
are not the things Ive found
Ive been searching all my life
to see the end of human strife,


Reality cuts me deep with her knife
In the morning mist I see the Sun
The new dawn wakens me with a chill
so clear and crisp it leaves me still

I see the day with bumble bees
circle the flowers near the trees
The winds of summer scented with lust
blow through my hair as I must

go my own way to the sea
to see what is calling me there
why the sound of surf calls me ..
I cannot drink it so salty the taste

champagne Id rather have
sitting limo
drivin in my spree
to meetings I go

count my success with money that I grow

I never wanted anything more
than to share the mornings glow
with creatures that wake at day
with nothing to do all day

No Guchi bags to carry money
to million dollar mansions keep
thinking of the time I fell
from the human race

…thinking about the time when I
tripped and stumbled in the woods
I remembered so well how nice I felt
falling and come resting on the ground

I found a pot of gold so pure
it shot a rainbow through my heart.
Now, I can never part
with the happiness in Me.

The treasures of life
are all free!

To think, to do, nothing at best
just time to see when we rest
everything at its best

I never found in someones chest
The treasures that I see now here
are treasures that I always have
always mine to keep

here is my heart and mind

Keys to my own success, and now I can share it with the rest

Its not something I can boast with champagne glass I cant toast
just know its there when I fell to smell the grounds new moist scent
all the life teeming there going unknown to our flair
is the life force that put us here, has nothing to do with money

just the Sun blowing wind in my hair
the oceans waters I hear so clear
the sky forms passing clouds for me
to sprinkle life onto thee

To set the mind oh so FREE I remain with the tree
walking here in my woods I see the world passing by
Tempting just to break down and cry all the reasons why
I cannot ever try wanting to be the successful guy

on Tv I watch them die as birds take to the sky
flying home to roost as the sunsets in the west
I take my leave of all the rest and settle down for the night
wanting nothing more than just a quiet place to Be

my head in a different place where I can know it best
Its my place here in my heart a far cry from where I start
I see whats real and whats not as importance takes its meaning
of places and things Ive seen where we can go and find our peace

away from the fame and success that drives the human race
I feel so lucky to see that, in order to really be free
You have to fall to the ground and share with the animals Ive found
you only need what you can be

to be free, free to See
what life and living is to me
what gives me hope and meaning
is in a tree

the smile upon my face is clear
Ive found true happiness here
to be, to do, whatever I please
every morning I must wake on solid ground that I can grasp,

smell the moist chill of the air as morning Sun comes with a glare
to shine upon my face and take me to a different place…

away from the human race
where the sky meets the sea
and waves rush to shore
and the birds take flight
from the incoming rain

I sit and wait under her covers
wake again to smell her flowers

Sunday afternoon Shore study
by jyruff

The Gift


Kaneohe, United States

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