Coveting a poor mans freedom

He who has coveted everything

Looks at a poor man with envy

Thinking surely, there must be

Something that he has naught

That the poor man does have

Like freedom and time

Maybe he is right

But he is wrong


None of us have time without


None of us freedom without

giving up time

and what a waste of this holy place

When they tell us it is in the sky

Where there is nothing to stand on


There may be

A way

But we will never know

Not unless we take the time

To free out time

and minds to follow through


One of the best people among the trees