I think we take for granted what it means to be free.
Some lost their lives swimming and climbing.
Praying and hiding.
In the dark hoping for a little light in.
I’m grateful for all the attempts.
For all the symbols of free.
The ones who stood up to give us an example of humanity…
Sometimes we search outside our reach.
Some call it faith.
Some call it belief.
Sometimes we dream.
And have the audacity to follow it.
“We are the painters, writers, creators of our legacies.
We are One Race…
Just let it Be.” ~Jay Caniel
The doers do while the others scroll.
Sitting back with an abundance of Theories but won’t go…
Hiding becomes comfortable ‘cause they fear being exposed.
They fear failure.
While doers take the chances building the roads.
Building the planes.
Maybe building the capacity to tap into the impossibilities of life.
What would the world be like if we lived through the critics eyes?
Waiting till they got it all together to reveal it to light.
What if the Wright brothers listened to the pessimist outside?
What if Bob Marley and Nelson Mandela kept their love for the world inside?
What if all eagles waited to fly?
The doers put their ideas into actions in the darkest of nights.
Vulnerable to the universe and all of mankind
The Lion doesn’t have to roar because it bites.
The doers been “it” since the first opening of their eyes.
Back to the start… Like getting thrown in a ocean at 4… Now I dive into my soul cause it so deep.. Deeper than any swimming pool that exist in this world… Deeper than any body of water. I swim trying to find all the pieces of gold lined within. Swimming to find all the humor and wit left from the soul of those before.. This swim is so good! So good I don’t want to come up to breathe your air.. So abundant I’m amazed that I find several new treasures each day… What a swim.. I don’t even get wrinkled fingers on this swim… I think you should try it…