Blues & the Absolute Truth

“…Must
Be
Me that’s
Rushing by, ”
Time just clings, singing
Lost chords of the absolute truth.
Meanings linger like mother’s milk does to a baby

(For
The
Sake of
Survival).

I
Am
The blues.
The world knows,
Because they can see
Their own reflection in me, from
The womb to the tomb, roots to the fruits, though strange to all

But
We,
Rooted

In word of mouth, sprouting aloud
As if these walls could talk
& these blues could walk
Us where the soul
Never dies
& lead
Us

Back
Down
To Earth
(for right now)
Journaled in journey
Because every step’s a vessel
Of freedom…& human feeling, beyond all else.

(Quote excerpted from Paul Weller’s “Above The Clouds”)