The bondage of parenting,
the human condition,
and the trap of the lockdown
unleashed the screaming demons,
defused by the powerlessness
to survive within Presence.

Depleting levels of serotonin,
drained by the hours of flashing screens, and
the inability to get out and merge with the sky,
and the infinite blues of the ocean.
Soaring the freedom,
of the flying birds.

Starved
of the life-giving laughter of friends,
and the playful brotherhood
of all the tribe’s children.
Occasional heart palpitations
cry for physical movement,
loudly reminding in a silent manner - ...