each morning while camping in a Jamaican jungle
we would make a cooking fire
now we were camped near an isolated path
only a handful of men would walk by during the day
and one by one, they would stop by for a visit
after exchanging friendly greetings with our first guest
we would be informed that our fire wasn’t build right
and quickly his helpful hands would rearrange it
a little while later a second man would visit
and again after pleasantries were exchanged
our fire would be found wanting
and would helpfully be rearranged
this would repeat morning after morning
helpful men visiting, rearranging the fire,
each certain their way was better
than what they found
who knows why it happened?
freedom is not to be bound by the mind’s whims
maybe it was a generous gift of jungle knowledge
given by those who had little else to give
maybe it was an excuse to visit longer
to share in each others company and stories
maybe it was a sign of dominance
maybe it was a well-orchestrated joke
played on the campers
maybe, maybe, maybe …
stay tuned
with weekly free musings
thank you for supporting kind lens