Day by day

and every moment I accept

and grab her hand

It's cold, it's soft, or maybe red

It tugs on me, she walks with me

And shows me wild, wild worlds.

The comfort and

the knowing she's always here

with me, for me

In sickness and in health

The hands of Titan Thoughts.

So tell me, how could I let go of that?

 

8.V.2021

 

 

Filtered.

When we bow,

our heart is above our head.

Not a bad place to be

a few times each day.

 

7.V.2021 

 

 

 

We have to own every beautiful

thing we see,

every person, every living thing,

do we?

Some of us are fed by the Sun,

we achieve, succeed, we collect,

bring it home. We sum.

All and sundry we want,

sinking ships in the sea.

When desires befall

don't let go of me.

 

6.V.2021 

 

 

My rationality, my practicality

is everywhere, in everything.

It tiptoed in and slithered itself onto me.

I noticed. I let it. I must have. I must have?

It was kilometers from here. I wrap myself

with that long road, and sit and tea.

I watch my assertion make sense of clouds,

of invisible longings inside - somewhere below

my lungs...

And I balance by growing flowers from my chest,

by feeling the heat of my hands, by planting

good seeds

spontaneously.

 

5.V.2021 

 

 

That was last night

today's a new view

Don't be left behind

you'll grow old

 

2.V.2021