the heavens were the highest
here where i found them on earth
amid secondhand buildings and
with those who had no glamour
they taught me the hidden inexhaustible
mysterious purity of this mumbled
worrisome place an existence not to
be taken seriously but a little deliriously
what does that mean where is it at?
how can we find meaningful life
if we live heedlessly or give up on
the concrete lies we've all owned
birds and fields garages and lakes
roadways and paths weeds and bijous
sometimes gathering up other times
falling away with the zest of god
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2 comments:
Your words reflect my own experience today. I was fortunate enough to make a visual notation in my own way. Love this!
:-) thank you!
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