One Morning, The Ants

I like people who do their own thing. The youngest of the young, the maddest of the mad,  the dreamer in the group who gets ribbed, the one with the wildest theories, the one who always has the last laugh.

 

I love the ultra sensitive. The one whose heart breaks when she inadvertently steps on a tiny monsoon snail, the one who gets lost on the way to familiar destinations, the one who picks only fallen flowers for prayer, the child who goes into the meadow on the way to school.

 

These people are made of glass and heart, the strongest fibre and the most breakable material. Because all such people go against the grain, against the accepted, against the norm. And that is what makes them precious and dangerous and endangered. For to be different, is not to be of this firmament, is to think radically, and know the secret rules of flying. Such people are one with another realm. Such people need to be held close and, paradoxically, to be given their space - so they know their genius is not scorned into ash, or hastened into oblivion.

 

If as people we have to have inspiration, if as civilization we have to have radical minds, if as the human race, we need to figure out the unfathomable, these are the flames which need the cupped hands of all humanity to save them from extinguishment.

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on being alive to life  -

• The Sublime in The Ordinary 
• Extraordinary Life
• Mother's Rambling Lessons Imparted in Morning Walks in My Childhood

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The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -

The following music was used for this media project:
Music: Lonesome by Sascha Ende
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/51-lonesome
License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
Artist website: https://www.sascha-ende.de