“Consider the root system of grass. Those roots hold hands, nestle together, and form a community of connectivity. This is a glorious metaphor for human harmony and community. Grass, it seems, is a fine illustration for the Golden Rule.”~Avia
In the deep rich soil of our beginnings the new paradigm emerges rooted.
We’ve called into question underpinnings of nefarious plots now transmuted
(as illusory stories can be when the veils lift). Give credence to our powers.
Mobility begins in realms outside of visibility. Here now flowers.
“That Poppy seed…within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.” ~ Celia Thaxter
Juggle the old logs, foundation rotted. Over the hot coals, scalawag dances. The false beliefs I’ve created slotted for the pyre. Ignite, remembrances!
Illumination as simple as breath when darkness rises, rejoicing in light. The smallest moue of discontent, the depth of buried pain, squelched emotional plight
alive and welcome here. These burning flames blaze from my eyes, sunblest, I’m sizzling— leap into the fire, burn, specious claims— embracing beauty, powers dazzling