Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Weakness

And so of weakness I must say
it comes and goes most every day
and implants the thought into my mind
that soon it will not go away.

But how to banish thoughts from mind
has puzzled me this life
because no matter what befalls
thoughts sleep then come alive.

I know each page must be turned
before the story can unfurl
but the words upon the page before
into my mind have been burned.

But I turn the pages one by one
for soon I’ll know there’s only love
that can and will write new lines
for what was then dusted, done!

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Renewed emotion

From the depths she felt the rise up of tears
but how can that be because stones do not weep
and mountains do not bow unto the weak
in this time after life’s full download.

The sign-in and add-ons during the download
a substantial amount of grief and heartache
but the installation in not too easy steps
should have forever stemmed the flow.

Yet determined they are to overthrow
the mother board of life’s betrayal
and implant a new and revised edition
to make it known emotion still lives.

Renewed emotion now quietly cries
but briefly because the back-up of life
brought to the fore all that went before
saved in the recycle bin.

The fall of tears essential for soul
out of sync with default settings
installed in all human beings
busy, so busy, cleaning windows, having fun,
and making money be!

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I am also from

I am also from the womb
of creative intent
and from the contrariness
of one who journeys mindfully.

I am also from the motherhood,
the sisterhood, et al,
of the blue of sky and oceans wide
that capture the best of me.

I am also from the knowing
of corners, bends, and curves
formed each into an obstacle
that tests my flexibility.

I am also from the thoughts
of the you, the them and they
loving, indifferent, hateful,
imbibed collectively.

But I’m also from the heart
of angelic realms divine
who stitched in my unhappiness
an eternal pressure valve.

And I’m also from the love
that surpasses understanding
but how loving can love be
when it severs me from you?


Monday, November 13, 2017

A river

There’s a river somewhere innocent and na├»ve
and devoid of deception and lies
that needs for its future life
to avoid the tumultuous sea
and make of its resting place
a pool of tranquillity.

And so it set off with kindness and grace
over unchartered territory
determined to reach its goal
before the cessation of rain.

Then came the advent of climate change
and the river was forced to be still
and in the silence it retreated inward
to try and discern the truth.

Many months later the rain came down
and the river once again on the move
and although the truth none too clear
it proceeded with all hopefulness.

It travelled on unmindful of
its last long and lonely retreat
and life was good being there in the flow
until the channel that contained all thought
broadened out into new perspectives.

The river cried day in and day out
in hopes that its tears would move it outward
and they did, you know, and there in that place
of new and different perspectives
the river finally found
its pool of tranquillity!