James Murdock

(06/13/1986 / Dahlonega, GA)

Free Ranger


I was born a free-ranger
Looking up toward the divide
Will bent backwards
Round a stump
I see life like a
Drifting dandelion seed
Then close my eyes to the
Warmth of sunshine
To get snug back in my
Universal home
But wait, what of the
Form of this form?
I can feel a wholeness now
What is less may seem meek, but
It is power twisted round the
Cone of experience
And who really has it in them to
know both sides
Of the great divide,
To ride the fickle tide
Of everything and darkness?

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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