Love's will

Instead of celebrating that gypsy mourns the times

of sun and sea and forest trees and wind through her hair

that spoke, oh, so silently of love’s will to live

and to be well and truly known.

But who can know of love’s desire in totality

when life’s so many little things enlarge and procreate

more and more little things to keep the mind engaged

in the act of survival on the earthly plane.

Survive we must but how to be mindful and aware

and still appear as one divorced and separated

from the meaningful that demands attention

in the still and silent night.

And then we awake with a brand new set of cards;

laugh, make money, have fun and jump around,

and we shuffle, deal, shuffle, deal,

but the meaningful not included in the pack.

Easy then to say it’s really not our fault

when the card that should be played not visible

and I don’t know how to overcome that simple fact

except to say seek and find and to trust that you do.

I trust you will, I know you will, this lifetime or the next

or the next, the next, the next, until a new day dawns

and we participate in this play-act of life

with a full deck of cards!