Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Mindful Journey

Baton down the hatches

And batten down the protesters

Attempting to skillfully replace ammunition

Throwing garnets and pearls

Into the blaspheme

The busses don’t run on the weekends

The clanging doesn’t stop,

Roaring wonderfully asunder

The changing mind of sadness driven

As a wake up call into the dark-place

With the shadows and shapes

Threaded and turned on the silken cylinder

now showing where it grows thin

branching out to root in the wind

Coming and going in all its glorious simultaneity