seems most fitting
on this Day
where most
(if not all)
of my Senses
and Sensibilities
feel increasingly numb
and my Psyche
is unceasingly splitting
and my hours
are perturbingly wasted
spending more time
wrestling with anxieties
and disturbing uncertainties
whilst finding it
harder to plumb
the Sacred Depths
of Divine Infinities
my reptilian Brain
violently whirled up
struggling to keep
the plates spinning
whilst mindlessly grinning
showing all others
a 'hopeful' face
yet knowing it
is only masking
what feels like
an unending disgrace
the increasing futilities
of endlessly laboring
in a World
gone mostly insane
(virulently taking actions
incomprehensible and reprehensible
and blatantly inhumane)
and wondering if
all this effort
to plant Seeds
of unlimited Love
has mostly been
undertaken in vain
and leads me
to questioning whether
it might be
best to consider
the surrendered simplicity
of quietly quitting
or shouting out
in vibrant alarm
to any Being
who might listen
a fear-filled 'Mayday!'...
yet even though
the suffocating starkness
of incriminatory injustice
and discriminatory depravity
(disguised as 'piety')
can leave Us
feeling such depths
of hopeless despair
that we may
not even care
whether or not
the weather ever
changes since Life
has seemingly been
reduced to death
there remains hidden
within those depths
those pesky Seeds
planted deeper still
unseen yet present
(not unlike Hope)
to remind Us
that all Life
starts in the Dark
whether It be
Seeds in the Soil
Babies in the Womb
Jesus in the tomb
and this Planet
(our chaotically crazed
and Cosmic Home)
is perpetually spinning
towards the Light
and the Sun
is not Arising
but We ARE
again and again
each blessed morning
a new dawning
into a perennially
beautiful May Day
with blessed showers
(of rain and tears)
washing away fears
watering those Seeds
that blossom into
gorgeously glorious Flowers
of endless Varieties
quietly singing out
Songs of Praise
for the Love
freely flowing out
in Radiant Rays
displaying the Divinity
of a Brilliant Infinity
that is neither
yours nor mine
but Ours...
Thanks.
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