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
Upon quiet self reflection
in the silence of his quiet mind
He knew his inner value
the truth of his true self
It was good when he remembered that
in the rushing around of his day
Recalcitrant angles
thickets of opinion
Well up in various spots
appearing stuck
When in actuality
in their voracity for truth
or, at the very least,
their honest view of it
The whole knotted
steel wool pad of it
scrubs the way clear
for free flow thinking
