Guileless

There was an angel, there was an angel,
an angel that I once knew.

He had a hard job, and a mission, an impossible task
that he must do.

Suffer the children, all of the children, to
see the darker points of view.

He hid in the shadows, always the shadows,
of the me and of the you.

There is a heaven, a lovely heaven, a place
that draws us nearer to, but there is Prospero, a
pompous prospero that that shakes a spear
to much ado.

He had his say and to this day the message
seems quite clear, the chosen ones, the chosen
sons are quite affluent my dear.

A woman lain upon a stone, and still gave
birth to hope alone. In a cave, where once a
year, a golden light would sure appear.

A wondrous thing, a splendid hour, a darkened
angel would sweat and cower... but what to
eyes who are jaded and guileless
a lollipop goddess who is insipid and harmless...

I am still here and I'm not a smart woman
but I know love and I am certainly human.

He holds the darkness, while a pinpoint of light
seeps within the cavernous plight.

All is one and One is all... I'll hold up the cave,
the bargain, the call.

The Light is not for the son of man,
it is the Sun of the birth...
the woman of man.

Woo or woe
an artist's choice,
not lost, but found...
A small light, a pinpoint
of fight, a voice, a voice...
a verb lost in a noun.

Discernment

What is left to say that is not a judgement
on a plane that loves duality.
It's me and you, us and them, the winners
and losers and those in between.

It's not my scene.

I came and lived and made my
peace with mistakes and triumphs
too numerous to speak...

the soul has a gift of saying nothing
and meaning everything that cannot
or will not be said.

The logos is finally dead.

But the colors still swirl and
the patterns whirl in a common
thread of knit or now, I 'm a
nit-wit, I know. And how.

Make peace, make love
with those you love
and have fun in the doing,
no striving or trying,
lame excuse for the merely
obtuse...
just vibrate
where you want to be
and be free...

the walls are coming down
London bridge is falling down...

can you remember that glee?