Freedom

There is no belonging so beloved
it can't be given away
There is no belief so blessed
it can't be driven away

The limbs may be in shackles
The binds may buckle the knees
But the mind on its travels
spans seconds to centuries,
soaring on the thermals
from ghettos to galaxies *

* "ghettos to galaxies" borrowed from a verse on the GangStarr track, Next Time

Spontaneity

🍼 👶 you see a smiling, cute baby,
😀 😊 your lips curve up in response;
👦 🎉 ... an old friend milling about a party,
🙋 🤗 your face lights up at the chance;

👩 😭 you see a weeping mother,
😔 😢 a lump lodges in your throat too;
🤕 🆎 you see a bleeding soldier,
😔 💓 a twinge tugs at your heart too;

👂 🎶 you hear a moving melody,
🗣 🎤 your voice starts humming the line;
👂 🥁 you hear a gripping drumbeat,
🖐 👋 your fingers start drumming in time

🔴 ⚠ you see a tennis ball miss by a centimetre,
😲 😶 and your mouth lets out a gasp;
🎾 🌠 you witness a hissing forehand winner,
🙌 👏 now your hands erupt in claps