You walk on streets or shores or
traverse on wheels or fly,
Essence of soul & sand be
known if seen from opened eye;
Who says who changes lands would
change original traits?
Paths of teacher &
entrepreneur should never converge,
Instructed it cannot, unless original
context is discerned;
Misconception served while we
walked linearly,
That blinded our eyes to who one
is was would be.
Liabilities bequeathed under abode
where we dwelled,
Couldn’t differ b/w knocking
noise or enchanted bells;
Never an opportunity nor calamity
on the door that stood,
Just disbelief of ‘all be one be
all’ either uplifted or ruined.
Consider most vacillating whose
contentions start or end,
“for sake of yours or mine, not
one but many, who would descend;”
Such iniquitous would remain
suspended in air we breathe,
Who drive ‘Pay & Use’ services
in palaces, libraries or streets. 😊