coexist

As a solemn, silent spirit
you live.
Strolling, unnoticed, the winding paths
lined with sweet sugar canes.
- You hardly pay attention.
The breeze playfully ruffling your robes.
- You barely twitch a muscle.

As a solemn, silent spirit you live.
Simple cotton cloth of red and yellow is your uniform.
No jewelery adorns your body,
no paint,
no bag.
Hiding behind nothing,
you walk showing the world
You. And just you.

So ghost like are you
that no one pays attention.
Small and frail your frame has become through unimaginable devotion.
The image of peace.
Emanating vibes of self enlightenment, self worth
- with nothing,
but You.
All humanity aspires to be like you.
So large in impact. So great in inspiration,
You are.
Though in the vast world you are but one.
One solemn, silent spirit.