Pen & telling to each other
Love, you Strong, you We must bother Through the weather, through the blubber Fat backs, life hacks Here's another Wonder never cringes, Hover Ask another- mother? Lover? Work around Till truth uncovers Fire from junk, Life from ovens 40 years is 40 years It doesn't matter once some tears In retrospect have vanquished fears Those searing, shining lessons Dear And steely stealth, not of this world Shall be your friend, companion, sword As You step Lightly, full of love Hearts true mission; everlasting dove.
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Pull the string
On this thing or that thing Careful now, that spring string may not sing Intention & strength toward a world full of love That string's just the thing It will help land the dove Excellent choices may still go awry Spurious voices may try again; cry Axes in spaces, each one of us driving Fluxuous placements, thrive strive or surviving Bellwether harpies call mildly toward slumber Feels like there's nothing but over or under Sharpening stars lemon juice in a cut Harvest those scars, they'll serve you in a rut Ancients & unknowns; sweet air through the trees My love for this work makes me weak in the knees. This has happened before whilst taking the trash out.
I went outside just now in the dark, I looked up, and the sky struck my heart in a most agreeable way. A lightening, a quickening, a joy heart flash I can't adequately describe. I thought immediately of you, and of all of us as I always do. Then the now familiar pang that I can't share it. Maybe I've found a way, though, hm? But no phone calls, no. I tried now to think of You , and alignment, but I couldn't make it, couldn't get there. The more desperately I schemed the further I drifted, the thinking tearing at itself, a thought dogfight. Fantastic. I let go. It's.. oh, us it's Us (me too?). Well yes you too, You of course. I teared up at my own idiocy. Again these lessons. And do I have to be a man on Yom Kippur to hit the floor? No, but standing is harder, isn't it? So guess what you have to do. Yep. Stand and be what you are, an idiot with a heart & a head (and the ego says barely a chance, but), the responsibility to use them beyond any currently known best ability. No choice in it really, all the hearts of the lillies whisper softly to glow, make that energy flow. Sarah's Rachel's & Leah's, Rivkah's all over terra, As the mind sets the Goal, & let G*d have control. Flavors & choices; sometimes ours to choose and sometimes only to look. The latter can become less painful by being termed research, education. Anyway it's true.
Some winds are this way, a soft caress, a dewey kiss of the softest pallor. We are riddled with them throughout our busy day without knowing. Other winds are clearly cyclical, like waves that lap the shore, winds of regular breathing. All kinds of winds, here & there & in between. Maybe a gust of wind, Chicago style, that could have knocked you clean over had it been unexpected. But, no. To lean in & laugh even as it blows the sound from your lips as it's created. The neutral Wind then (ferocious all the same), supports a figure in a ridiculous position, walking at a 45 degree angle, face three feet from the ground. Well. At least you DO know how to fall, whereupon (should it happen) you can laugh for your own enrichment once more. Well that's enough meditation for now. A certain wind pummeled my surroundings as I slept in my bed, safe more or less, unlike many others around the globe. A tornado in fact had touched down one town away; I learned it later with surprise. I had woken slightly throughout the evening. I stirred & heard the blowing outside fury; pulling the covers up and feeling the good grace of my head on soft pillows, I slept quite well in cozy gratitude. Is gratitude selfish then? Is there a percentage, a pie chart, a scale to show how much rest is too much? The eyes will close. The angels will call, everyone to their place. And for the wind that shakes the Windows. Startlement, Awakening. Too loud to ignore. Threat of breakage, some fear of invasion, threat of pain on varying levels, possibly disaster. Well that gets you up. Very complex, darling
Very deep Very varied, love And very steep Now who's to say There's not another other way! And who's to say we haven't found that way today? Oh, we find them, ways Fix & lose them for days And nights without end How now you think that's just a trend? When? Now or later? Same? Sticky matter. Our human (L)earnings as a paint spatter. Matters matter though, The heart persists. Spatters matter too, as do resists. A kitchen clatter mode is not a grift. There, the sweet singing
Strict simmering song Vehicular patience Undefinably long Throng in betweening Twist & float hanging on Find the joy in the dance (Dear, the Sun shall shine on) Boundaries & shadows & Things to get done Become arms of compassion, The best kind of strong. Summering moments, defendants of tears
Heart as an atlas, Oh who'll gather here? Compass, and forward,band pulled back at times Who can know knowing, temporarily blind Blink is as veiling; refreshment & signal Alternate routing the trying stick cymbal Portals glow open, and so each extends Trusting in Source is a means to no end. Been dwindling twine
And a plush Summer's skate Tell me sweet darling, Now how was your day? Stay trouble beneath Like old leaves on the ground Eyes lift by the thousands Those lights all around All Light in the sojourn And Light in your hair Light in your shadows, love Light in your fears True there are monsters They're fed very well True there be dragons They've forgotten the bell Ringers move sweetly We all need your steps Fear not the steep course, Solve our damsel's distress Breath of our lives And that wind give us wings Move those mountains of spite We've been shown stranger things. Do come in close again, I need to breathe
Though I know you're waiting, I can't always see Knocking around in this body and n earth A fish on a boat, a worm squirming in dirt Help me to call you, I swear I'll not shrink Meld our hearts together, our heart steps in sync Augmented and gleaming, just peacefully whole Holy life sweating, Life truthening bold. Things which seem like they'll not yield may yet indeed O Holy hell on earth you & your agents shall be my support, they may like it or lump it. O heavenly insights, your pedestals are composed of grace and pain, bonded with a slurry made from a stuff such as the effect of a kiss. Talk about boo boos & betterment. O ignorant friends and also any of you pious (I don't dispute it) who have erroneously labeled thouselves as mine enemy, me & mine, or accepted such libel label from others. O tribal deciders. O true friends with six words of kindness, O superman. O George. O mom & dad. O Laurie Anderson. O and so many unnamed, some O.U. Suffering, I thank you. O hello, I say hello. I will defend any downtrodden on every level without fail. I will also fail. I fall up after failing & that's a step. I soar up. Failing that, I will crawl with or without apparent dignity. I will run & do when I am too tired to do so. I will stay & fight, smile or not, when sources trusted by others say run. I may die one day, I died a little today and the day before, and the days before that. I will live I say, I will live to Your glory and my usefulness. Thank you fellow fragments, your kisses & life cries are my beacons & precious gems, a sleuth's tools of the obstinate Care path. Ridiculous human, thinks she can make a difference. Yeah that's right I do. I do, I do, I take Thee to task, toward Lawfully wed to the quest. Win or fail does not change the course of action, muah ha ha, the Plan Of Care. O Care if you dare all my Loves gathered There. |
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