Sally forth! or is that sully fourth?
or perhaps silly mirth?
or, in my case, girly worth?
It really matters not which words are used
to describe our doing (let alone our being)
What does matter is the actual state
of the truth, as it is expressed
in this moment and the next
You could say it’s all Love
Awakened by loud noises
while contemplating the puzzle
A labyrinth of complications
invented by the mind
as it connects the various chambers
understandings and apparent facts
……………………………………………………..
Let me rise up, rise up above
let me see the pattern for what it is
Let the hunger of the heart be fed
with your manna, your love
……………………………………………….
Rise up, rise up
where the puzzle is but pattern
Rise up, rise up singing
in the dawning of my love…
Bouncy, bouncy
the baby jumped and jumped
up and down, bobbing and dancing
Squeaky spring loaded action
hanging from the doorway
Bouncy, bouncy, squeak
giggle, giggle, squeak
Quiet for a moment
then a flurry of more excitement
……………………………………………
I want one!
On wiles and impressivity
consider the tomato
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from a dark and deadly family
evolved beauty fragrant and lovely
Could this be enlightenment?
Strength and vibrance
in plump and youthful countenance
celebrating life with all it’s being
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not really a vegetable
rather a noisy fruit
with poison leaves
and native ancestors
Frumbly mumbly
mired in muddling thoughts
Or twinkly winkly
uplifted and light
The fact is you’re loved
the same huggly snuggly
Nurtured and beloved
night, day, light, dark, high, low
Ain’t that grand?
(Yeah, I think so, too!)
