I’d like to try and write some
And it seems too hard….
Connecting that
Which won’t be joined.
Where to stand
Amid the chaos
How to love
Surrounded by the fear
Look…look without
Knowing what is there…
Recieve what is given
And rejoice
Notice the curved petal
Of the rose
How red and orange
Meld and clash
It doesn’t matter
Listen…just listen
To the rasping rake
The rhythm of the raker
Drink it in and know
That this is real
How it fits…what it means
Those are left to others…
I am here to listen
To the music of the birds.
– jml (2001)
