Sketching With Him

Oh Love,

Tell me why you crusade when I come to your aid.. and where you split the line from right to wrong– I feel it’s not on your side that I belong. I mean, because I want love; and more than anything other: I want not to have to fight with my brother.

This world is beautiful, I hope you can agree– for it’s from the same eyes that we all see… and it’s the flower, in the shade of the tree, that inside knows that she is set free.

So why if the flower knows not to be vicious, do we have this problem with being ambitious?

When we learn something from all that we see– someday, we too, will know that we’re free.

Love always,
J.Schay