as i danced
deep
within a Sherwood of
forests
i came upon an unusually
large tree
it beckoned
and i could not climb the
thing
it had tin-bark well oiled
i stood there thinking
and pondering upon a
possible method
for me
there just was none
just none
it made me remember that
without the equipment nothing
(like scaling such a tree)
can be done
i am not an angel who could
easily float up and
rest upon a branch and
listen
so i sold all i had
obtained such equipment
and sat listening
i hopped off and slid down
after a great period
of learning
mostly
that questions asked
do not mean anyone wants
an answer
(no matter what the query)
except
“yes, you are not
allowed to be sure!”
(of anything)
only words like maybe or
perhaps
or if
or except for
or or or or or
never yes! i
will know that i
am allowed to feel great about
myself
joy in the creators work
as i stand
tin bark or slime
because
only then will i have any
notion of the good news
(that i may spread it)
or
in being comforted
we might comfort
but someone has to play
the Lyre
i must look about
and wait
Lyre’s are easy to see
and sound even better when
strummed
how sad is
a Lyre being strummed perfectly
but with half a heart
it makes me wonder
it makes me wonder
hey!
“slap the guy upside the head”
“who knows, maybe their car was just stolen”
“true enough”
“then again, cars mean little”
bob young
18 junio 2016
4:06 pm mst usa
short version:
if God loves you then
it is in loving yourself
that you’ll know how
to love others
or strum with crazy joy
“nah, that can’t be right”
joylessness abounds
unnoticed
yellow jelly soap
strum
strum
strum
poverty and bill collectors are
the bane
let’s share our stories Mac
“okay”
have any tools
i know you do
YolanDa Brown TokYo Sunset
even shorter version:
if loving others as self is the Maxim
then we must love ourselves first
by the laws of logic
then the chore is defining love
“it’s Max!”
