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Weeping willows of after-thought
Dangling dream-like on a streaming celestial carpet
of star shine and moonbeams,
Distant planets hang on hope
Over ebon velvet cloak of home
While we sit in wonder, pondering:
Is there more than just this moment?
A brief breath of breeze
dancing over endless fields of wildflowers
Amber grain, all that waves in vast valleys of...
...could be.... should be...
And, it is, you know
In deepest hearts of gold mines
Eyes full of ignorance; jewels – a treasure trove
worthy of saving, guarding – but never hoarding
For under the care of misers in the guise of guardians
That which is worth holding on to in fervor
is soon lost.. depleted...
Reduced to little more than grains of sand
Picked up and carried far and away -
Spread and strewn by heavy-handed waves
Tide and tidal, unconscious, careless and apathetic
Remorseless in its force, mindless of the erosion
Eternally pounding out and corroding
The very foundation of imaginary security and safety
Eating away at certainty
Here. There. Everywhere.
Where “Once Upon a Time,” is set as a magical sword in stone
Waiting for the boy, pure of heart
to alter the course of history
With one mighty yank of the hilt
He, and we, carry the weight of the world
in the act of our very existence
As day to night, dusk to dawn;
Harvest and fallow; season to season
It is on our tongues -
The light in our hearts... our eyes,
Stones and butterflies in our stomach
Dreams, nightmares, intuition and portends
Though we see it not
And our only proof
is in the tales of our ancestors
Found in the ruins and wreckage of lost civilizations
These are the acumen of the mantra:
To all of this – There is some reason
Dangling dream-like on a streaming celestial carpet
of star shine and moonbeams,
Distant planets hang on hope
Over ebon velvet cloak of home
While we sit in wonder, pondering:
Is there more than just this moment?
A brief breath of breeze
dancing over endless fields of wildflowers
Amber grain, all that waves in vast valleys of...
...could be.... should be...
And, it is, you know
In deepest hearts of gold mines
Eyes full of ignorance; jewels – a treasure trove
worthy of saving, guarding – but never hoarding
For under the care of misers in the guise of guardians
That which is worth holding on to in fervor
is soon lost.. depleted...
Reduced to little more than grains of sand
Picked up and carried far and away -
Spread and strewn by heavy-handed waves
Tide and tidal, unconscious, careless and apathetic
Remorseless in its force, mindless of the erosion
Eternally pounding out and corroding
The very foundation of imaginary security and safety
Eating away at certainty
Here. There. Everywhere.
Where “Once Upon a Time,” is set as a magical sword in stone
Waiting for the boy, pure of heart
to alter the course of history
With one mighty yank of the hilt
He, and we, carry the weight of the world
in the act of our very existence
As day to night, dusk to dawn;
Harvest and fallow; season to season
It is on our tongues -
The light in our hearts... our eyes,
Stones and butterflies in our stomach
Dreams, nightmares, intuition and portends
Though we see it not
And our only proof
is in the tales of our ancestors
Found in the ruins and wreckage of lost civilizations
These are the acumen of the mantra:
To all of this – There is some reason
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you do a good job !
Best wishes !
Best wishes !