Friday, June 8, 2018

prayer #60718

Wish
there could be more equanimity
more amethyst mornings & feathered things
wish i could hum away the clouds that obscure
blurring
joy from your mind
wish there were no poverty
of things that darken & blind
wish there were no disparity
of perspectives shadowbox lines
golden echoes rising
slumber sweet surprising
breezes tempered
waters stilled
soften
listen
filled

We come with diamonds rough--hidden
buried along sinew & bone
we strive for what is forbidden
nobody knows
the one thing more that
will break us
bend us
or
make us ...
soften
listen
still

Oh Child of the Stars
of what & who we are;
we are of
sky & night
tender green roots
in flight
dragons--orbs
vessel & spark
blue jay calling amongst the trees
a leaf
of dust
and trust

Love
softens
listens
love the wish

still







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