wild Oats

<p>When I discovered the place where I was born did not<strong> </strong>accept me I found freedom in the unknown world.</p><p>At the bottom of an empty well hanging on a rope facing two frightened<strong> </strong>and aggressive wild dogs I found something unexpected: patience.</p><p>At the loss of a great and gentle friend I found forgiveness<strong> </strong>for the sorrow that was passed on to me.</p><p>Have you ever woken up afraid but rose to seize the day?</p><p>Have you ever felt pure joy for more than a few minutes?</p><p>Have you ever dared to fight when you knew you weren't ready for it?</p><p>Have you learnt to feel the wins and the failures<strong> </strong>and welcome them as one and the same?</p><p>Have you ever felt a deeper awareness of the<strong> </strong>self beyond your immediate reality?</p><p>Have you ever felt eager for<strong> </strong>the future fond of the past and<strong> </strong>found them to weigh the same?</p><p>These poems are reflections of<strong> </strong>these questions through the<strong> </strong>lens of an individual Kalinga.</p><p>Since there is more that unites us<strong> </strong>than divides us these are all of<strong> </strong>our stories painted in rhyme and<strong> </strong>sketch to communicate a sense<strong> </strong>of inevitable common ground.</p><p>The world is changing but<strong> </strong>it always is. Remember that<strong> </strong>your journey is yours and you<strong> </strong>can carve it as you see fit.</p><p></p>