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Friday
Jul122013

Journey from Here to Here

It has not come easy. No,
not easy.
Whatever brought this current peace,
this silent place of observation
was a long time coming.
Now that I am here I realized it needn't have.
No, it could have come swiftly
like a bird
swooping down to pluck dinner from the offerings
of this generous feast, Earth.

Yet the time it took to get here is of no matter.

I remember,
along the way,
clawing at the air and screaming at the wind.
Unfamiliar with the laws governing such things
I fought what was.
And what folly.
What needless dissatisfaction
had its way with me and hid from me
the truth of things.
The truth, which lives a constant and faithful life
regardless of my inattention.

Yet the way I took to get here is of no matter.

The irony of being here is not lost on me.
No, not at all.
The path of the one eventually
leads back to the all,
and free thought acquiesces, in the end,
to no thought at all.

 

 

Thursday
Jun202013

Anger

Anger lives in a trailer just on the outskirts of town.
He collects rusted out cars and discarded engine parts and keeps
nails and screws and tacks in old coffee cans.
Anything sharp will do.

When those damn kids come by and throw rocks at the yard
just to see how fast they can rile him up and get him out on the porch, yelling,
aiming for a deeper shade of crimson,
he doesn't disappoint.
One o' these days he's gonna explode!
They laugh and run away to chase some other childhood lark.

But Anger doesn't run away,
he lays in wait sustained by bile stew. He plots revenge
and runs hurtful memories in his head like bad movies.
When he dozes off and wakes up dreamy,
he claws his way back to the rancor,
fearing for his life,
relieved to find his way home again to indignation.

For what would he be without his rage?
What would happen if he dropped his defenses and
exposed his aching lonely heart for all to see?
Unthinkable.
Better to live here with his blind junkyard dog, Fear,
than take the chance.

Still, Hope lives in the crawl space under the porch.
Anger would fume if he knew!
She just sits there patiently and smiles, she knows that times come
for old dogs to die
and eventually Love always comes to call,
even if she comes with Death.