Better Free Your Mind Instead

You tell me that it’s evolution, well, you know ~ John Lennon

He chants, magical, Magical,
MAGICAL in his carseat while
I drive, enthralled by his fluency.
I’m not sure what his spell entails.
We sail through the chockablock roads
laughing and irreverent,
thumbing our noses as time
wields the whip on all these
frantic commuters.

A bashful goldfinch perches
sunlit orange beak, bright yellow
head. He’s hanging upside down and
pecking, checking first to track
my wrist, the pen slowing but I
can’t stop and my vulgar scratching
finally frightens him to flight.

What would I give to be
trustworthy and tolerated?
Every part of me surges an
answer and requires my deep
commitment: believe in me.
Prove your love with dedicated
practice, simple daily steps.

When I rise, surprised molecules
scatter in response to my
expanded state. And just like that
—out loud—I sing my newfound
immensity. This container
shifts and I fill every nook and
cranny, engage the places
who long lay dormant. Not today!

The rain has eased, the light kiss
golden, finessing every
yellow between the blue lake and
the green green summer green
on this cloudless glorious
morning of my new beginning.

Inspired by: Vulgar, Bashful, Irreverent and Finesse.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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