And So it Goes

In the left bank, left brain
of human survival,
the mortar is white washed
upon brink of doom.

Let the brick mourn back
in spattered spackle,
and a nail in a two by four
sealing its gloom.

Let the wailing begin.

A Z in calculus awakes
the arrival,
it's the zzz of sleep
for the sheep of schlep.

A baa for belial.

Cast the stone... of their sin.

but Ahh in right brain, entrain
the revival, the colors,
as prism of
Eostre eggystential
denial...

laugh away, row astray
refresh
and jest, while
the brain reconnects
it's heart, pink with a smile.

We're a stage in a play
with all colors ignited,
fade to black
in a moment
reabsorbed and reunited.

Can you Dig It?

And so it goes, and so it grows;
garden of renewal
in the dense of red clay.

Won't one worm squiggle
up to the plate? Earthworm
of segmented non sequitur,
hermaphrodite of the
seven chamber chakra heart
move that earth
and take no mountain
as your prisoner.

We await your worthiness
so silent, and patient,
doing your digging...

loving for loam.

Paradise lost?
Not on your watch.

The Meme of Miracle

In a birthing moment of Soul in the Light,
the darkness was apparent in a bodily fright,
a gasp, a yank, of the metal's delight.
Another body is crying,
another slave in morning's light.

The crying and colic, in this dense atmosphere
it is no wonder the infant was lost in her tears.
The parent's who brought her to a world of dread,
had good sense to bring her to Nature's nurturing bread.

In a park, with a pond, and late Summer's murmurs,
she laid on a blanket and felt somewhat surer
that her life had a mission, the meme did not stop
and whatever may come
and whatever transpired
the gift of this life
wasn't caught in the mire,
of the veil that now covered
the original plan,
the baby was planted
in the winds of the sand.

There was denseness and wonder
of this strange new world,
there were struggles and
and giggles in this strange baby girl.

She grew and grew weary, all alone
and afraid, and became despondent
of the choice that she made.
But a seer of old, re-implanted a seed
"You as a miracle is all that you need."

I've baaaed and humbugged like
all the rest, "I'm not up to the challenge
or up to the test." I was gently chided
by the best of the Best.

When you give up the struggle of making your way,
and you just let life be
and live who you are
there's nothing to prove
you are your plan's lovely star.

Burst forth... and shine, shine, shine
you are belonging to everything
the me, thou, and Thine...
you are a creator
and very Divine.

So lonely, I am, in my aberrant beliefs,
and the miracle whispers to my inner relief,
All is well, all is One,
you are just here to test
that mission that was devised
by your best of the Best.