rarely watch the telly
commercial end, no, specially
commercial end, rarely
watch the telly, no, specially
the telly, rarely the end
commercial, no, specially
when I hold the remote
changing channels, no
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
rarely watch the telly
commercial end, no, specially
commercial end, rarely
watch the telly, no, specially
the telly, rarely the end
commercial, no, specially
when I hold the remote
changing channels, no
Just don’t throw everything on the brush pile and torch it quite yet. Just one item at a time, recalling its place in the journey.
~*~
As for syllables, may I suggest singing, something without words. Just open your mouth and dance with the breeze or still air as it will. Like incense, an offering and invitation to the Spirit.
the sunset magnifies itself in the ice
in a long stretch toward the horizon light
through thin bands of trees
As you revise
acknowledge
THE LIGHT
reaching up from
THE SEED
not just reflecting it