may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

LEAVING,ENTERING,DEPARTING,ARRIVING

Trains,planes,automobiles,bodies,spirits,minds-
all in motion,process,changes.Angels wing in on the head of a pin
while a tree falls in slow motion forest.She has cancer (not long with us
Another's husband has terminal-wife worries about their two daughters
Process inexorable as breath.Are we end -defined or beginnings?
Ghosts surround us.As we grey they proliferate.Memories mulch
Weed and forget,lest clouds surround and fogmist our life flight
Kissed my grandfather in his coffin.My uncle grieving for loss.
My aunt of 90 brave as working class origins.Persists.Beams.
Whatever your daily journal-always more than headlines,deadlines
Lifelines define us.Your palmed dove(magical illusion)
What is not seen controls our free will.Survivors speak of randomness
yet it is this day's as yet unwritten script they will forget
Is everything repetition?(is every thing repetition?)
Your new now is waiting for your YES! to commence
FRESH! as flowers in another's garden.Perfumed or no,
you are the show until you forget why you are here.
Even Zen,you must leave.All is permanently temporary
The only way out is to leave.

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