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Deer Tracks..
Rain-softened mud
showed clear deer tracks
where mother and her little one
had crossed my path.
One set smaller
wandering back and forth
along side the steadier, larger track.
I stopped, bent down and
spread my fingers
in one of the tracks
and felt the deer.
The next rain will flatten
all the mud again, and erase
those sharp prints.
I realized that my foot prints
will also disappear........
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.....The Time has Come to 'Walk the Talk'.....~
......A message for ALL from the Deer Tribe...~
It is a great journey —
but you must do the walking
and have the willingness to change
and make the leap into
the next level of human evolution.
Become an inquisitive free thinking
individual that takes
responsibility for your life
and the spiritual accountability to live life to the fullest.
 Fuck the Monkeys |