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The Realist

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The Realist

How trade you a piece of land? Can the wind, which blows over it, be packaged?
A confinement of four walls you call home, put a price to the fire, which warms the hearth! Could you barter the clouds bountiful with precipitation? Or put on shelves the fragrance of earth quenched by first rain!

Which plot of stars do you claim as your own? And render the rest of the firmament disowned! With great fervour you lay claim to authorship, of flitting ideas and twirling inspirations, lay price to the words read, while the ransom of the smile teased or tears evoked in their reading remains unclaimed!

On greater wages foist you your importance, yet not seek your dues from the satisfaction of a job well done! Against all imagined maladies, resources you hoard
Yet in your riches not have a soul tallied to call your own? What is ours have you divided betwixt theirs and mine and labelled the same as just commerce!

What if Nature today got a whiff of this knowledge? And called the fruits it bore its own? The Sun levied charges for the rays it sent our way; the trees taxed us for the shade it gave; and the river put price to the thirst quenched?

Profit, you have termed to this brokerage charged on the bounties, which were readily ours, the restrictions placed on flow you termed power!
Now bedazzled by this mirage created by your own fears, have you sought courage by terming yourself a realist?

Had come across a letter written by a Red Indian chief which had imprinted itself on my mind! This piece was born from those thoughts. Finally Dina helped me find that letter here!

18.7.03 15:34