Blow


"When great trees fall 
rocks on distant hills shudder, 
lions hunker down 
in tall grasses 
and even elephants 
lumber after safety 

When great trees fall 
in forests, 
small things recoil into silence 
their senses 
eroded beyond fear"
 
- Maya Angelou, 'When Great Trees Fall'



Blow

 



Blow.
Damned by powerful holy ones
to get to this 
blow.
It can't be otherwise.

The movie of a life rolls back
to the day I could choose,
and chose to stay among holy strangers.
More than 15 years later I see again
the good movie that I missed:
I can choose, I leave.
A friendly happy home 
with the inspiration to meet a friend
calling for me somewhere on this planet
is coming up next.

Another one has died.
Blown away, roots in the air.

Still-alives, miracles are a wiser focus 
than holy unholy damns and lies.
Praise or damnation, who cares?
Life is our precious miracle.



 

 

Wiser focus

 


"Since we are social animals, 
who depend on one another, 
to show love and compassion is wise." 

- Dalai Lama



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