Harmonious Alignment
I don’t put my poems in straight jackets. The words fall where and how they please, like Summer rain on a field of wild flowers. I don’t cram or corral or corner them, and so they trust me. I’m often wrong but I’m always honest.
I don’t care much for structure. Surely it’s important, but I love the creative artist more than the business they represent. I don’t dress up my words. If they come in from the garden with dirty fingernails and wild, untamed hair, I don’t put a pretty bonnet over them. If they’re too raw, you’ll have to cook them. I’m utterly comfortable with transparency.
Words uplift, but they can bring you down. Often without the careless person’s knowledge. Oh, that we are ever mindful of the words we choose, the message we convey, and communicate as the Love we are, uplifting one another. If there is anyone I’ve hurt, I’m sorry. If you feel misunderstood, tell me. If you think I’m terribly wrong, ask me to listen.
If Heaven is real, and we have all of eternity to live together, we’d do well to begin practicing such One-ness.
LBM 5/17/2019
