Conversation – A Thread You Follow

Already Known

I said, "The hummingbird will return soon
in search of the nectar for something
that holds it together."

She said, "To prevent myself from dissolving 
into one million hungry pursuits
I focus on finding a slant of detachment."

I said, "Go ahead and resist
defining anyone with your own set of rules
smashing them into a round hole."

She said, "Thank you for not beating me
over the head with any fancy collection
of dogma that discourages encounters."

I said, "You're welcome.  I prefer having
concern rather than creating a drama
around another person's narrative."

She said, "Such a kind apologetic
leans more toward the aesthetic
than fitting any logic already known."

Growing Wings

I asked, "Why is it that we
are now in a place where
we place party over policy?"

She answered, "Because
it is easier to go 'moo'
while leaping off a cliff."

I also asked, "But doesn't
anyone ever look down
as they make that final leap?"

She looked down for an answer,
"Perhaps the people hope they will
grow wings as they fall."

I said, "But only the angels have wings
so as to hurriedly carry messages
back and forth between us and the divine."

She said, "Such archaic forms
of communication only serve
those who make the policies."

Last Breath

I said, "So many phobias
have permission now
to be expressed."

She said, "Agreed. Try
holding a conversation
with someone who fears you."

I also agreed, "It is awfully 
hard to talk while being 
condemned for who you are."

She said, "Live and let live
is a dangerous policy without 
any affirmation or acceptance."

I said, "Sometimes opening
our arms wide means an embrace
with death which may be coming."

She said, "Imagine the thoughts
of the loving martyrs before 
they took their last breath."

Sadly

I asked, "How long before
the threads we keep sewing
become unraveled by time?"

She said, "I heard a woman 
speak last night on the nature
of the created cosmos."

I said, "And she, no doubt,
declared that there is nothing
ever lost as the clocks are wound?"

She said, "Yes.  We live in 
a home that remembers itself
from time to time."

I asked, "And is it not sad
that those who forget
miss out on time passing?"

She answered, "Sadly, the sadness
lasts forever as the stars go about
their millennium dance together."

Drip, Drip, Drip

I said, "Sometimes I feel
like a drip that has no where
else to fall but down."

She said, "There are those
who believe in the ability of drips
to cut through stone."

I replied, "If only I should be
so lucky so as to live to the end
of the forsaken millennia."

She asked, "When did you
begin siding with those
who condemn the times?"

I answered, "Yesterday, early,
when I awoke to the sound
of the dripping faucet."

She said, "Each plip is
a blessing.  Each plop,
a sign of divine love."

Off-Key

I said, "Today I plan
on continuing to be who I am
as I go about my day."

She said, "That's good.
The world missed you 
during the last epoch of celebration."

I asked, "And were there enough
cookies to go around
after the dancing began?"

She answered, "Only when
crumbs began to fall to the ground
did everyone eat their fill."

I said, "And thousands and thousands
went on their way
singing hymns to the creator."

She said, "Most were off-key
while the conductors furiously 
waved their arms in the air."

The Many-Colored Way

I said, "Can't you see that it doesn't
matter to me if you run your sword
through my soul?"

She asked, "Are you so certain
in your monkish response
that pain will no longer matter?"

I answered, "Somewhere there is
no concern between what is right
and what is wrong."

She said, "Those who believe so
practice dancing on graves
in the middle of the night."

I apologized, "My sleep was full
of dark dreams meant only 
for those who cherish pain."

She said, "Try walking down avenues
paved with stones of many colors
each sharper than razor blades."

Ought

I said, "I realized this morning
that my shadow of control
feasts on Ought energy."

She said, "That is the Way
it ought to be."

I said, "Even the most basic
'Be mindfuls' come from 
the place of Oughtness."

She said, "We act surprised
when we discover how closely
Is and Ought dwell together."

I asked, not expecting an answer,
"Ought we not try to begin again
so as to avoid the Imperative?"

She answered, "Or perhaps
we must ask the vegetables
how we ought to grow."

Divine Self-Expression

I said, "Imagine removing fear
from all decisions we decide today."

She said, "You would burn your finger
or walk straight into the nearest wall."

I asked, "Would there be anything left 
holding me back from making the change 
that most needs to happen?"

She answered, "There are poems that can
be found in the movement of the leaves
blown by the unseen wind."

I said, "Any love can survive until one
comes across an unexplained drawing
in cryptoglyphic writing on the walls."

She said, "We become the chosen language
of the divine seeking to express itself."

The Shape of Today

I said, "I dreamed I was a bird eating
a couple of seeds before flying off 
to a bird bath for a sip of water."

She said, "Imagine how many persons
sat inside their homes looking out
windows upon your performance."

I said, "I should have charged admission
in exchange for the free food and drink."

She said, "Watching in the here and now
may make room for a note or two 
in our journal to be read in twenty years."

I said, "I am fortunate to have many days
to be joyfully remembered in the distant
future."

She said, "The ordinariness of today
shapes the shape of the days bringing
a close to the banquet of life."