Saying Yes To Our Lives

Wow!!!! I love this piece. I will respond with a couple of my poems- Foolishness is my superpower! I no longer condone boundaries walling off love, joy, or grief. Hiding for life times was no fun. The call to Dance was a line thrown to this drowning man. I was not careful at all piecing together my crazy quilt cap that I am proud to display along with the emperor’s new threads. Any street corner you can glimpse me waltzing or doing the tango. And I need no concert hall or even a barbershop to croon my healing heartsong. Wandering griot on hieronymous honey moon, no shame riding into the village sitting backwards on a donkey spouting love songs to the mother of us all. Sure, I sat on that hill perfectly still foolishly praying That if we can learn to live together as fools we might not perish as brothers and sisters. ----- YAWNING SAINT I once had a following. I was known as the yawning saint. once seen, I inspired crowds to relax and oxygenate their brains. after a few years, we all drifted off. I was a well known and well- loved performer. People who heard me sing said that they heard several harmonies just from my solo voice. There was a high part like a sea of crickets, a low rhythmic sonority like the sea itself, and melodies reminiscent of a million song birds in the dawn chorus. Eventually, everyone went out to view the earth moving toward the morning bathed in bird song, walked on the shores and wandered into the fields and trees to sleep and hear the crickets themselves. And I was left All alone once again. ------ There was Some Thing There was something that discovered something that wanted somethings. It got somethings it wanted and not others. It began to believe that it could not get everything it wanted, that it was not good enough, that something was wrong with it. It lived anyway until it remembered that it was no thing and had all it ever needed!