I essentially, have done nothing right.
Since coming back to New York, tried and
worked so hard to keep a dream in front of me
but so too lost Everything in sight. the question, it's
interesting, becomes This One Thing. If everything left
behind you, is or are things that can still sing, what
does this say about a divinity life can still so bring. Of
course time, in the mind, and the life so rarely does work
This way. But what if there were things, these things that
actually did stay. Like if time, it did have, this one dimension
still.. what does it say about me? What does it say about my
one....
obviously, have to have a strange curiosity and devotion to
this thing to even think there are these places that it does swing.
When people are dying and being bludgeoned, shot up in this equal time,
to think of a divinity in unison, that could equal be mine? To know that
the Earth is the ultimate life-giver and yet this death and violence
happens at will, and to cling to an Idea, like it has some whole Appeal.
If I don't get it, I'd like it to be my legacy along with any other things I do
And the life of the loved ones around me can help to indeed carry through.
Never been average, the thought of being average not of interest still. As we
move into this day of one May, the thing that helps to hang around the Universe
and its' thrill. And if my whole life changes tomorrow, so be it because I know I
waited too long and if not let the trumpets play because I'll wear my One freedom's
song. peace always.
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