Putting it right, lined up
organized, categorized
systemized according to
some arbitrary rightness
flavor of the moment
• • •
Making it right, aligned
de-sensitized, stabilized
aggrandized according to
crowd norms individually
translated in bones for now
• • •
Then, hummingbird wings by
hovering and looking
blows the whole control illusion
in the flapping of tiny iridescent wing
Never mind
the mindless chatter
Nor the laws of men
against Nature
born of control issues
in pursuit of greed or power
Let them languish quietly instead
bellies up, laying in the grass
on a field of understanding
Surrounded by compassion
and the sweet aroma of hope
Grey morning breezes
tickle leaves vibrating
Squirrels still hiding
sleepy heads
Brilliant blooms of yesterday
trying with all their glory
to awaken sunlight
or other colorful thoughts
All are waiting
Quiet morning…
The lizard clings
to the warm rock
Basking in the love
and warmth of Sky Father
Gathering speed to jet away
Spirit fuel is much
like rocket fuel…