Gratitude

She often comes to see me…

because life can be hard

to fathom,

and live through.

I feel the ‘Heaviness’

as she approaches…

and I want to fight people

to make it all better

… but, I wink instead.

I don’t ‘Direct’ or ‘Criticise’,

and I only ever give

my two-penneth worth

when pushed…

and oftentimes it’s a simple

“Lord knows, sweetheart.”

On many occasions

that’s just enough

to do the trick…

help subside that mountain

from upon her shoulders

… and that pretty face

bursts into Summer Smiles

… she feels a little better,

and I’m Rewarded

without having done much…

except love her to bits & pieces.

Unravelling Byzantine

… (the word) ‘Redacted’

leaves me suspicious…

I ‘Stepping-Stone’

… not ‘Censor’…

Spirituality is a Pathway

… we never STOP!

I’m refusing

to interact with you

because you are

‘Lying’ to yourself

not me… I can’t watch.

Avicenna’s

‘Proof Of The Truthful’

left me feeling Cold…

whilst, his

‘Floating Man’

(Thought Experiment)

… got me all

Excited as a child again.

‘Discovery’ is the way

Down into Depth…

Forward into

Knowledge… and,

Upwards into the

Alchemy of Elevation.

Quit following

… the ‘Man’ in front…

Branch Off… and… Dig.

Circular/Familiar

As you déjà vu your way

through the Gates

of the New Day,

with a perfect emotional balance,

and symmetry

to your recently expanded view,

and swaggering gait…

the Hour

pushing back, gently, against you

opens up like a flower.

Glancing sideways makes you laugh,

childlike and happy,

for no real reason,

other than her approaching smile

always comes from that angle.

The seconds are candy

exploding upon your tongue,

and the minutes

linger and stretch… just long enough

… for you to feel them

trying to bend around

your ‘Full-To-The-Brim’ being.

You have recycled yourself, again,

swept the grate of your Soul,

and now the next Fire

is already kindling itself, warmly.