It’s Elementary — Trust Yourself
We know the truth if we take time to look within
1 min readApr 10, 2023
I took the sun to be my father
wind to be my song &
the moon of course we all
know as mother
backed up by Earth.
I brewed ritual for a week out
near a rocky outcrop by the sea —
certain I could no longer
trust the words of men.
Only the child lends ready
authority to those who say
‘it’s for your own good’.
The true man questions
everything — recalls the real
meaning of words & remembers
he’s on a quest, forever teeters
in shoes glistening like knuckles —
ready to slip the edge unless
he finds some god he cannot see —
knowing with surety he will never fire
arrows of longing towards fallen men.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
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