RECOGNITION OF SOME KINDS OF THINGS
Time pulling process,
what we pass ourselves through,
how we pass through it,
convolution
Getting laden
with the pollen
of the moment
The antenna o’ my mind
and what’s allowed into it
and out of it
The ridges of its facets
Some easy, some harsh,
some jutting at crazy angles
I’m working on configuring that antenna,
hearing kindness, being and broadcasting it
Bhakti of good actions and invitations
my way
of demonstrating
intent,
my consolation
Crawling o’er my ridges with peace of mind,
forgiveness a kind
of healthy
self respect
The gift of each moment
if I remember
to open the present
and go with it
How interesting
reason a kind of compassion,
understanding
a kind of love
Or even
the kind of innocence that is
not
understanding, also
How we go around that labyrinth,
the conclusions we make
Kinds of angels
watch o’er me and
essences of the near
infuse me,
whate’er they are
~ Lady