Tuesday, May 1, 2018

ICING ON THE CAKE

The soul works through the night
Posing possibilities to consciousness,
A dream readies the dreamer
For challenges to come,
Early morning stillness
Reveals the status of the man
To himself.

We are all awaiting that great arrival
Where the random pieces of all our journeys
Come together
Into one grand understanding.
We are hoping to breathe easier
Before the final Ah ha!

Meanwhile, with all this heady poetry
Feigning depth and thoughtfulness
I have once again forgotten to thank God
For my life and all the attendant blessings.


My lust drives my thinking
And I wake up wanting more:
More of this or that
Or better,
And faster and then
Just a little more.


Not knowing 
how to slow, stop and reside 
fully in this moment,
I stumble sideways, wobbly, 
out of balance, tripping, crashing 
into and through most events
like some comic buffoon,
prat falling for laughs,
but no one’s laughing,
especially not myself.

The performance ends,
there is no where to go and nothing more
 to grab for.

All that I need I have right here,
Air to breathe is the first gift.
Everything after that,
Icing on the cake.


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