What is the work now under the covers
Where is the heartland of home to discover
Plants growing sideways, birds singing (chaste)
The soil, air & water hold hatred & waste
Sky full of promise, angels of healing
Blessings for eyes so much more than revealing
So many bricks we have baked toward destruction
Building that temple from self loathing functions
Well pulling down falsehoods is such thankless work
"Please help me"; be ready to roll in the dirt
Ancient songs call us, the oldest still playing
What can be ours, a symphonic portraying
Order and angels and every soul singing
Hurry please, loved ones, our destiny's waiting.
Pen to paper like parting the sea, every single time. What words may come this writer knows never. Many beautiful things are noticed during the course of a busy day. Tucked into the mind for later. For this I'm ever grateful, I know it's not the case for many & was not always the case for me. It seems today's scrawl, this moment, is an honest little jot. Poems were trying to form themselves from aforementioned noticed things, but, not enough time for completion. Maybe later. I'd like to inform any reader how important it is, what you bring me with your presence(s) electronic or personal. A smile, a painting done by you or a child, and bits of writing especially. I'm starving for puzzle pieces, always. Don't ever think you can't put input in the pot, friend! But do please be careful. Be considerate, notice detail, proceed with kindness & teach it to others. No, I don't always do it either but I'm striving. So, maybe, when you don't feel like being loving.. Try to remember that ingrained compassion is super sexy.
XO, your oldest friend.
In a thicket needing mending
Who's to pull the changing
Drawers of poorly organized
And everything is spending
Everything is spending, love, everything is spending.
Who is in the pantry now, and
Who will do the catching?
In another suburb there, and everyone cries fetching. Everyone cries fetching, because everyone goes fetching.
Elephants & Orca whales,
Dodo & Great Auk
Can we ever learn to love before we call it lost, love
We must really learn to love before we call it lost.
And then another dove cries foul,
Yet another wretching
The wrong blessings uttered children, said the wrong blessings. Have we said the wrong blessings?
Calliope and so much wrong
Put it in your spent fuel pool
Then bring it out much later
Spoon it out for handling love, pass it like potatoes.
Turn it too, the only way
The only option open
Your Self the key to fit all locks
You're larger than the oceans
Larger than the oceans, child
Larger than the oceans
Pins around heartstrings,
What's in the cupboard
Can never be fully
The story of Mary, Esti or Janie
All through Earth's shadows
Are threads of explaining
Each one a tangle, and each one a candle
Cherish each other, and love when it's futile
Love through the armor, (lightens up evil)
For who can be angry can also be fruitful
Put it together to never be careless
Each breathing moment is one for your bailiff
"Repeat after using", let someone love you
May the oneness of Truth
Hold you through the tango