We Are One, united we stand…
Where we go one we go all…
Divided we fall…
I think I nailed them all?
That’s the motto,
what they say these days,
Right?
But what does it even mean?
and how can we claim this dream with a straight face?
Have we lost the ability to examine our ways
while while fostering pointing our fingers
Did we get turned around,
flipped upside down?
When I resurfaced for a look around
I found we’ve collectively gotten things twisted.
Yes we need to get along, coexist and all that junk
but can we pause and soak the scene long enough to
rethink the methods we’ve been over-utilizing?
I’ve been working on some Spring cleaning,
Took some scrubbing to see
there’s more going on in any given being
at any given point.
I’m going to need a little inside guidance
while delivering these few cents.
Let me write with Good sense at the reigns.
Amen. Ready, all systems in compliance.
Let’s leap in and take a wack at this mess,
Gotta rewrite some internal plans
take back some internal lands,
Time to make some internal demands.
Looking in through the windows I’ve seen some things
Taking stock I’ve found some noisy house guests cluttering my upper room
Consuming my most constructive energy with stale musings
sort through these and expell them immediately.
Sift through these thoughts rate them least to best,
based on their fruitfulness and merit.
Internally my house will contain
nothing but the most satisfying.
Got to let go and rearrange some stale conclusions.
Before they transform inside me turning to delusions
Don’t want to be a nuisance no room for nonsense in me
Time for good sense to take a shining to me
Need to shed a little light on some things,
Keeping me from my natural buoyancy.
this little light is burning in deep.
Got some cobwebs in me that I got to see
bringing this torch along with me.
Clinging to the good sense I’ve been gathering
Like a never-ending string, a divine lifeline.
Rekindle the fire in me.
Awakening the harbinger!
Let the fat lady sing!
Lift up a unified cry in the streets,
Come alive! Come alive,
now’s the time for living
Can’t you feel the springtime coming?
Keep me grateful in your convection.
Just need the lamp of truth as company.
It magnetizes every living thing to me!
For now, I’m content with digging in
until I reach the surface again,
And though I crave the light of day
I know inside it won’t always be that way.
I’ve got to go deeper to get out of this mess.
Need to do some re-arranging
but where do you put an adventurous pursuit that’s turned on you?
how does one place the occasion of crying wolf for all to see?
On what wall does the viewing the fruit of the crowds disbelieve belong?
I ponder these things seeking sanctuary under trees loftier than me,
and even then in this modern-day sanctuary
there are dark bows hidden in the leaves,
their arrows have been bent against me…
I still walk whistling, pretending not to see the eyes on me.
And suddenly I’m pretending no longer.
I can smell spring in the air…
Out of many voices demanding energy always one emerges speaking softly…