Enough & Picking Posies

How much is Enough?
Answers vary:

• Enough is Enough!
• Enough is Too Much.
• Enough is Not Enough.

Why are we here?

Run from the Smug. They don't have the answers.

The Shaman-Trues give no answers.

They bid you stare into watery depths at your own reflection, and reflect.

They see child where you see man.

"Dear Child!" say they, smiling gently, as we clumsy-toddle round and round the room with our clumsy questions.

We are Babies with Beards, yet "Dear Child" they say with delight when we all pick the posies.

Swishy Switches

Mother Earth will not indulge us forever.
She is a wild mare who can flick us off
With a swish of her tail
If we keep on
Stinging and biting
Flinging and striking 
Grabbing and fighting.
Heaven is soup when you are hungry.
Water is Heaven and Earth.
The stars, our jewels.
One swishy switch and it's gone.

Everywhere and Everything

Music is everywhere.
The songwriter catches it in bits and strands, bringing it together in one place.
Many things are everything.
Location, location, location is everything.
Timing is everything.
Our children are everything.
 Health, Time, Love: Everything.
Tippy Toe here.
Toe the tightrope.
If any one thing that is Everything is deprived, we all go down and we have nothing.
We are very horrid creatures to allow poverty, and hunger, and suffering when it could stop.
Money is everything to some, but it only means close to Everything if it is a tool to use, a sword to swing, not a plush bed.
So vain. So attached to these mortal coils. Chasing beauty with knives. Save babies with your knives, silly clucks. Beauty is fleeting, a game you will never win.
Imagine a time where you are naked with no body to hide inside. What is left?
If it is pink fluff in the wind, dig deeper.
If it is bitter wormwood and regret, forgive and choose wisely.
If it is fear, chase it, challenge it; then win the fight.

Dear Universe,

Dear Universe,
S.O.S. from Planet Earth

We have taken measures to bring the world together, but its possible we'll never get along.
Will you help us feed the hungry?
Deliver all our children?
Turn our promises to action?
Intervene when we go wrong?

The Elusive Here to There

Where ere you stand is Here.
Where you want to be is There.
It looks easy, getting There.
We walk tightropes to get There, only to find it gone.
It is Here, not There, as expected.
In between our knees are skinned, our shins are kicked, our feet are blistered.
We lie. We squat. We smell.
We fall, and fall, and fall, from our tightropes strung between too much or too little.

Too much is a soft bed where tightropes are forgotten--hard to resist.
Too little is pain and suffering--hard to escape.
There is Nowhere but Here.