If only I could

I would do away with this overarching  swollen petticoat of an ego
always struggling with self-importance
and the the beast inside this body would charge along the fence line
looking for an opening
the new beast would draw pictures in the sand,
carve images into walls, build homes out of stones
paint with sticks, swim in hot springs, cold springs, mountain streams, oceans, rivers, ponds and lakes
the new beast would walk for days in forests and dig holes just for fun,
lay out at night under the stars, play the flute, guitar, piano, drums, paint naked women, birds, dragons, chickens, trees and drink water from a stone cup,
make cradles from trees and find peace, find peace, find peace, find peace inside.

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