Release Me From Me

There is always a rhythm and pattern to the day, often clouded by the maddening pace of expectations. It is then I must "Release Me From Me".

 

Words said to often and not enough

So

Um

Ok

Well

Right

I see

What

Why

Really

Come on

Think

No

Maybe

Maybe not

How

Where

Sure

No way

Get out

Watch

Wait

See

Told you

I’m waiting

When

Seriously

Stop

Go

Slowly

Be careful

Go ahead

Please

Thank you

Whatever

Whoever

You

Me

Us

Of course

Of course not

I said

You said

Confusion

Trust

Listen

Just listen

Now

Not then

Not later

Today

True

Good day

Good night

I love you

Requirement I

Unity among differences

share the wealth of poverty

There is no need to hoard

the way to heaven is paved for all

What is required is to follow your path

see good, do good, be good

In the end we are all the same

returning we do to the start

Requirement II

The world and all its time contain mystery and miracles

lost and found in the strata of living

The archaeologists unearthing the memories of souls

            from time to time great relics are found

                        discovering what a mystery and miracle the mind can be

Tattered dull edge

A veteran

    sitting against the back deck post

        an old snow shovel at attention

            “ready, willing, able” he announces

                to the winter days which will arrive

                    the tattered dull edge reminding

                        of all the years of service

Here for your healing

I’m really not sure why we spend so much time talking

            about the continuing pain creeping across

                        the broad spectrum of your life

Once a cancer reaches this stage there is no stopping

            the destructive course leaving only death

                        in it’s wake

Stepping out beyond the wooden planked door there is truth

The bitter Nor’easter is way too early in your season

            bliss only announces too soon the ushering in

                        the bitter frozen truth of your lost spirit

You have lost who you are because you abandoned your Way

The cold winter days will test you

            leaving you stranded and in despair

Until finally your bitter smelling cancer will leave you

            remission is such an ugly word

You will then know it is your very own

            that was here always

                        here for your healing

 We become what we see

             or so we think

We also know

             or at least we should

There is no control over order or sequence-

              birth or death

The cards are simply dealt

              now you play the hand

Now is the time to find a place to reflect

I sit on the empty bench across the sterile lot

I follow the smoke until it disappears

Into what is the ashen sky

Only to feel and know

Your despair and inhaling such smog

We miss the music

The cries

The pleas

The asking for pity-

              for mercy

No we just bomb

               them