LR (09/13/1943 / new york city)

************ Free Spirit**********1979

i was laying beneath a big pine tree
the birds were whistling cheerfully.
the cool gentle breeze blowing thru my hair
and i knew right there, i had not one care.

i saw a squirrel stop and look
it did'nt look like any you'd see in a book.
he was completly black and his eyes were red
that's when i realized that i was dead.
i had no form, no shape, no sound
i was above myself looking down.

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The imagery is wonderful and the flow and rhythm just flows. Loved it
A beaitiful images. Thanks for sharing such a simple and vivde piece of poem
This poem took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting that but it showed the astral travel, outside of the body and moving on and I find that quite delightful Louis.....
A very deep and moving write. Made me sit up and pay attention. A black squirrel with red eyes. Spiritually enlightening.
I liked the part about the strange squirrel and seeing your body on the ground. Nature distorted and out of body experience, transcending.
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