Poems From The Porch
A Magic Revelation
Pink, purple, and lavender sky
Flame dancing within the votive,
yellow and green
A magic revelation of the sun rising red
illuminates coral trees, only briefly
What wonders await the waking of the day?
Hello jay, grey and blue.
Good morning, snuggly kitty.
Just to love.
Just to love this.
Letting go of the need to be or do anything else.
The judging mind likes to compare and find fault,
within and without,
denying the sufficiency
of the ever-immediate now.
The restless mind seeks solace
in stories of villains and victims,
victorious never to be.
For victory would assume that one can win as another loses,
a fallacious fantasy of freedom.
One’s loss is not another’s gain because
we are one living organism
expressing Love’s affection.
Does not the body hurt when a toe is lost?
He had it coming.
Look how he crowded out the appendage next to him.
Not to be tolerated.
Lop him off.
And what about the colon
reveling in the heart’s glory,
feeling shitty and loathsome
when admiring the pump of life churning?
Nasty, noxious narratives
notoriously serving no one.
A common error when
appearance is mistaken for Essence.
Have you surmised and supposed the remedy for this folly?
It is right before your eyes,
and yet within your hearing,
felt and tasted here and now.
amends judgment applied.