Flow #2 2000/Dec/2
Dedication
Micro cosm within
and mega cosm without.
Macro are we
searching for something
that we know not of.
Doubt, cynacism,
selfish-ness:
Shout these things!
-- lest we be thought
fools.
If I alone must
say it, then
I will. I am
but weak flesh,
pen in hand, writing,
reading,
singing,
laughing...
Laughing at all of my
weakness-es that I
see reflected in the
fear-trodden,
trembling
unto death
image of you.
Hear, hark, listen
WELL.
For I have been,
am now,
and will always be:
Nothing, no-thing
not even derission can
un-make my past.
Nothing that any one
ever can do can un-do
my best times:
My memories of when I have
done good,
I have un-selfish-ly
given of myself
to help,
to save,
to listen,
to an other.
Let my smug
laughter
rise
to
such
volume
that all cynics should
shudder -- Lest you hear
my words and do right by
others -- fearing not
derission.
I know the way
to be strong,
invincible.
Yes, totally.
It is simple:
If you do not
care about
anything, then you
can not be
harmed.
And on the one hand --
I do not.
But, on the other,
I do.
And yet, I find
that in such
glorious uncertainty
and chaos --
I have all the strength
I need.
I know how difficult it is to:
be calm,
to be content,
to be glad,
to be full-filled.
Yes, on the same journey
we all are, and I have
to hope that by
my example, the wrong,
will at last do right.
The yellowness
of soft moon
beams is not
lost on
a sleeping
frog, dreaming of
swimming in
the shadow of
daylight.
Nor should it
be for you -- either.
An affirmation
Swelling within me,
each breath
re-affirms my
dedication to life,
and the avowing
to do no harm.
Resonance,
listening,
brightly,
feeling
the good green earth:
Autumn and winter approach.
Journey for
your world,
Tide all of your
sorrows and
greed
-- and then
you will
hear the
song of
the
Earth.
I write: ripples
upon an ocean of paper
that cascades as
water falls down from
a mile high above which
shinning stars illuminate
eagles watching frogs
juming into the pond below.
My mind flows
effort-less-ly, words
pour effusely,
and warm smells
of breakfast as
a child brings
a smile to your
lips as you
listen to the breezes
reminding you of joys
now rememembered.
At quiet of
night,
startled
I listen,
and hear the
whipper-whill call out
and frogs answer back.
Calmness
within
and
with-out.
Loud, red
fire crackers
smell of burned
sulfur
brightly
cooling
in the
night.
Link,
Lank
Clink,
clank
-- we harm
each other
mostly by
indifference,
which only
serves to protect
us from carying
enough to see our
selves
in each other.
Oh, roses red,
words left un-said.
Oh, torment of regrets
as togther we
spent many
a laugh and tear
and now alone
my memories
stragely comfort
me now that you
are gone.
Of friends and
family -- and all
the work they
require of ourselves
to maintain.
And yet, a bit
of introspection
and letting loose
of self-pity will
gain-stay us more.
For, surely there has
been enough of THAT !
So, smile,
screw it,
just be the
out pouring of happiness
and sooner you will
be happy as well.
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