CPoetry

come, i invite you to look at this flower and think of Jesus. in this respect, Mother Nature is God; She uses Her resources--- the rain, the sun, the soil, the seed, to plant and grow this flower. when the flower is at its most beautiful, it is cut from the lower part of its stem at which point it then begins to die. at the eyes of the beholder, one feels joy, happiness, peace, friendship, compassion, sorrow, love---all the more, until the last of the flower's petals falls into the Paradise from which it came. ::: the arm of reflective red and white tap mechanically drops in front of the car. ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. red lights pulse in formation. my hands slam on the rubber steering wheel. old, rusty, graffiti-slewn cars tread in a syncopated motion on the tracks--- bending metal under their chained feet. as they travel a slow drum into oblivion, i am overcome with gratitude; I made you stop, so all of this may pass. ...

happiness is a butterfly. oh but joy, joy is the life of a butterfly. ::: all the world said, I am your oyster! on its palate, where is it i begin to form? ::: never never never  stop investigating; at the resolve of one mystery, love keeps us curious still. ::: the crunching of gravel under our shoes is out-of-sync. the cicadas buzz like small tornado sirens. i keep exchanging my looks between your eyes and mouth and the ground. tall, wild grass has grown between the tire tracks. you walking on one, me on the other. i talk and then you talk. you talk and then i talk. wind starts to sing with the cicadas in the trees. i rub my hand along the outside of my forearm, hugging my body inward. you look up at the sky. we keep talking. exchanging between a face and the ground. a second conversation takes place; rain begins to talk with the waxy surface of the leaves and ground cover on the path. ...

Love is the greatest force in this living life. Compassion, the greatest solution. ~ as is the wind Its reflection due face, God made Love a Moving Place. against rival Suffering in The Race, God made Compassion embrace. to take across The Line two equals, to even out The Chase. ::: if each of us carried a blacklight, we would see the fingerprints of the words we wish to say, those we regret to have said, and the ones of which we will never speak. turn off the lights; our true stories may only be spoken by moonlight. ::: there was a place in the forest called Impossible Lake. its name was given by native tribes, and later local fishermen, who said there was an abundance of fish, but they were nearly impossible to catch. on a morning when vapor was dancing across the water, two men decided to fish on Impossible Lake. one man was saddened, so the other brought him fishing to cheer him up. the cheerful...

i sit on this table, now, glossy--- with a snake of store lights curving around my handle. i have been burned in the kiln and survived--- protected by ceramic gratitude; not only have i survived you, i am capable of holding another heated brew--- capable of withstanding the fire and being kissed by other lips.      resting in the new hands'      contentment. ::: a young asian boy breaks off a piece of cookie and offers it to his mother. she jokes to him. she declines his favor. this boy has given his mother something else: rippling creases at the sides of her eyes. ::: a smile denoting the emotion of happiness is considered one of the universal facial expressions;      for around the world,      sand is simply sand.      and all of us,      we are a colony of ants.      nothing more than that, ...