219. Transitioning (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

With love and freedom, how can we go wrong? With space to spread, we grow into our song And minimize how much we feel ashamed We care for others, yet remain untamed. The birds, they sing, the flowers bloom for us The fauna and the forest make a fuss, We live in tune with water, dirt and rock, We talk the talk, and then we walk the walk. We live aligned, with dignity to show, Intrinsic inner worth, and room to grow. Is all this wishful thinking, or a dream? We half forget the way it’s always been, Luxuriate and lounge in love and light As if our tiny ego won the fight And, just this once, retained that rush of joy, No chilly disappointment to destroy The puffy pride about the game we won Just smooth transitioning to here from gone. The color of the sky reflects our soul, It’s easier to love, when life’s the goal. We paid the price for presence in the now And earned our freedom—couldn’t tell you how.