My feet must firmly stand upon a piece of Earth
upon a piece of land.
�And in each moment as I move
through time and space
I own that which I occupy.
No more, no less.
Though some mighty earthly power
has sold off real estate,
there is no ownership that is not
somehow in a cosmic sense,
ABSURD
�I only own the words I speak
and even these fly away in time.
The paper upon which I write
dissolves with time.
The earth for which I have a deed
is always stolen from another.
I lay claim to only that which is
divinely mine.
I am a steward of the land.
It belongs to me because
I care for it.
I feed it and am watchful
Of its inhabitants.
�But I am only one mere being
And only something greater
than myself can truly
own this job
this land
this real estate.
I live here by that one�s
PERMISSION.
My success is that when I leave,
The space I occupied is as
sacred and kept
as when I arrived.
my Birth nourished
my Death nourished
my life did not defile the
Earth nor its inhabitants.
My life enhanced this place.
my life nourished.
My footprints are the only evidence of ownership.