4-13-07

I am just a hollow shell
A rotten ball of gravitational
Attention - suspended
Disbander - apprehended
By each source of outright life.

Circumference -and- the center,
Choking banter for the hoards.
Gutsy, wretched slave
Abhorring imperfection.

Full and simple to
A fault sometimes - softly
Spoken, not yet token of the
Winds which sound the chimes
Of the Past's disconnections
When it wasn't spoken
Or - it wasn't wanton
Just to shame your bedroom eyes.

My First Love...

Near the home I don't yet know

The violets bloom and nettles grow. 

Elderberry blossoms into inflorescence

And dandelions prosper, dandelions prosper...

I first loved violet for it was she

That hummed into my heart her need

To share a little heart,

To sow a little seed.

Illustration of Violets by Mother Earth News

Next it was the nettle and its slightly stinging stab

That cradled me upon its lap and taught a little jab.

'Tis not the sweetness always that will make the garden grow

The burrowing root must shield itself to make the soil so.

Elderberry, wonderfairy, Sambuca Shrub for Throats

These little things lodged deep in there:

Your voice. Your song. Your notes. 

Use them or beware.

Dandelion, Dandelion - they poison up grass lawns.

You grow among us so abundant but we play the pawns.

We're stupid to eradicate you, for all the help you'll bring.

I'll make you into wine and medicine, and then - from there, we'll sing.

Mimosa Sensitiva, You were next. Yes, YOU.

In Eberswalde, Deutschland you were all but little, phew!

You curled away from human touch, a soft and shyness there

I love you and I love you and I love you - yes, you're mine

Thank abundance for your sisters, for her silk blooms - my moonshine.

The story keeps on going and I fear I've found my love

health narrative through growing plant and ways to get above

the outer madness to a happy younger you

the days on earth are numbered, and if not me then who.

Letting the Mind Wander

If the mind wanders, bring it back.
Don't think, just do.
Shut the mind off.

Frequent mental yoga cues.
And this is how I feel about it.

Why? There is a wandering that is listening...
Listening to the wisdom of the ages,
And to the universe that is also LIVING inside of each of us.
Purely and precisely saying,
"Wandering Spirit - don't disagree with it. Let it."
See what happens.

Not a should, but a could in grammar's gerund.

psss: it's the gerund, not the infinitive - like art, which you once thought was infinitely free. In it's purest form, it is precise and infinitely confined.

Because saying YES means saying NO to everything else in the universe. Precise and pure in it's veritable nature. Honorable in its continuation...

Creating space for expansion, and revulsion.
Letting.
Allowing.
Reliving, relieving.
Feeling and flowing. Healing and growing.
Caring, not caring.
Leaving and Letting.
Transpiring.
Aspiring.
Fearing and Freeing.
Carousing, conceiving, reliving, relieving.
OR-GA-NIGH-ZING
Misspelling, mistaking.
Rejoicing, relaxing.
Letting.
Allowing.

Wandering.
Now, bring it back
TO LIVE.

(only one infinitive is necessary)