Stride

Do I walk silent or do I run loud?
Do I feel the pull of human make long and sound?

The inner answers are arduous and swift, listening with patience only makes the senses motion sick.

But we do--
We listen and somehow learn to grow for that pain understanding that manifests to strides we do not yet know.

Sing it Lady...
Hard and Fast.

Sing it Gentle-Man...
For your parents to feel life's pass.

We are our stories.
We are the stride of make-break-it-all.

Be that Eddy Vedder singing truth on an acoustic guitar,
reaching that Soft Soul who needs a power diaphragm channeler
Sacred and make howler.

We all sing it.
We all stride it.
We all be not afraid of the loud fear vibration of nightly news.

We digest our daily dose of whats, wheres, how, why
And then...
Heel-to-Toe the message of understand and try.

Try to be that embrace of learning where not to go
but
how to be.

This is our human labyrinth to seek what is unknown and...
Oh
So
Beautifully fly without stride.