learning. a new old thing.
After this and that
Before the next and hereafter
I fell in love with the shadow of a beautiful soul
within a busted bone frame
made of finest porcelain without
but sheltered from within by the twisted logic
of angry words held hostage
from learned bigotry and class structures
from the beginning of our need for ruling
and so and so
just so and for so long
in case of
ideas held tightly
what the world must be
in order to provide safety
to ones inherited abuse
keeping cover through vast accumulation
I began again to learn
a new thing or two
and it’s benefits
how sometimes those choices keep us
where we are supposed to be
and give us opportunities to fly and flourish
without the prison walls of another
without seeing all the way into Dante’s vision of hell
(just a small glimpse kept me gasping for air for years)
I begin, again, to re-define the word wealth
and realize love, that is pure love
but does allow
for a transmutation of the grief
into a kind of sacred learning
a new way of dancing with myself
and as my world softly shifts
into this newly understood place
within my freshly tenderized heart
watered by the tears of plenty
of days of loss
wrestling and rumbling
with my need for connection
my desire to be seen by a beauty,
that even tho hidden from itself,
is still so glorious.
I wake up to this new day
knowing anything is possible
to those who believe
I am expecting something good to happen
because it always does
the light is on in the hallway
I give thanks as I smell the coffee brew
It hits me how true the scriptures,
‘You are what you think about’
I think about how lucky I am
to have grown up with the voice to Don Williams
teaching me to believe in love and miracles
reminded of the silver held in the stars
gold in the morning sun
Songs color my path with grace
I think about these things
My music always becoming new
I bow deep
as I breathe into this amazing diamond of a day
Amy Lloyd art
What’s the good?
Where’s the joy?
What’s the lesson?
Where’s the love?
Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy.
— Thich Nhat Hanh
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