matching the joys
of the body––
the sorrows.
weather changes.
pain sinks into
or maybe blossoms
out of the blood.
the brain panics
& can’t escape
from its skully shell.
in the belly of truth
great beauty.
our eyes see
protons of eternity
in the dark.
did the gods invent
the verb, “enjoy?”
or did the stones?
if an angel
self-created her self,
she would choose to be
an ageless human youth
with wings.
suffering stirs
the immortality
within us.
with pain
comes a message &
a warning.
the feeling is fear.
be quiet,
attentive,
accepting.
your bag of bones
is also a life &
a soul––
honor it with grace
& nobility.
nobility & grace.
duck if you can;
fall if you must;
rise up as best
you can.
dream your dream
forward.
open your mind
to the sun––
& your heart
to the wind––
what wisdom there is
belongs to all humanity
& the stars––
& maybe some feeling-
thinking kin
will somehow, somewhere
care
death is an invisible stranger.
time is running
through you,
around you,
within you
time does not end.
or if time dies
a natural death,
or the universe
mysteriously disappears––
still there is a womb
of infinite being
where all of us &
all of else
belong.