Sunday, June 19, 2022

A Tribute On Father’s Day

 

You have caring eyes—a sardonic wit—a passion for the weary. Soul, plus, spirit, energy, plus, miracle, wisdom and knowledge. The pride of the mind, deeper understanding, growing quickly, philosophic and teleological. To see the art of young sparrows, flying into heaven, such radical compassion. A father is proud, susceptible to stories, lenient on several points. A child is a mentor, a student, a sage; mutual respect, great independence, the process is ink, paper, and education. To need advice, to remain skeptical, to receive said advice; as creature and star, as phoenix and thunder, to have lived by a hug and a grunt. To meet hearts, to dance part a capella, to need from a distance: the beauty of the universe, the astrology of space, the archeology of cultures; by gift and arrow, by love and memory, to adore the individual in offspring.      

Immemorial times those feelings affected by lusts.

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