Relate if You can

Relate if you can they say. Of course. This is just the normal for free spirits.
I would know.

So many theological phrases come along with a mind meant for a bed of wild flowers. Such thought. Detail. On the fly all the same. Sentences that a scholar would dream of composing, with breath so small a child newly born could compete. Logical? Relate if you can.

So at peace they seem, those hippies of sorts. But war is the thing they have the hardest time with. A war not of the world, people, or things alone. Themselves. you vs. you. How could such a soft spoken, chill person deal with issues bigger than they know... relate if you can.

Take a stroll down a lane of deep breaths, lyrics written on your wrist, dirty feet describing the journeys taken, and a heart inscribed with tales  beyond all imaginations. Life.... the reality we have been missing all along.

Free spirits know it.  Feeling within the bones given to hide the true reason their presence is here. They see your struggles with 'things.' And they rest knowing you will fix it. Somehow. Wars within souls is only savable by Him. Let it go.

Quick I write. Sense? Why make any when these are just words? From my own mind I speak. Powerful to whom need it to be. Silly to those who care for anything but the relaxed form of expression. Open your soul to the fact that hearing comes after listening. You must be taught these things. A free soul knows being exposed to the lessons is the greatest. Beat beat. There it is. That drum once again it calls me. Relate if you can. If not, who knows... maybe your sain. And I am the one in need of some rules. Nahh.