To create something
What to create?
I’m not exactly sure …
What do you want to create?
Something kind, I think.
I don’t like mean things.
I like my voice and words to spread goodness!
I don’t always succeed in the preference…
Sometimes I get mad at my loved ones.
Maybe I’m just mad at myself.
Ultimately it’s better,
if we do good,
so that,
maybe,
things will be good.
The cold exists deep within
The skin so full of sin
Yet without the cold Zen
I would be crushed like tin
And be subject to the men
Who laud their warmth with a grin
Thus, it is again that I emerge from the dim
And bring forth my chilling wind
Fortitude flying through flames
of Doubt – Did double down to
dampen the flames that rose high
Then, without warning, we were
all wet from the tears of God
that did flow with our timelines
Enough to fill and refill the craters
of the moon – many moons
pass before I run away with
energy cloaked carefully,
until then, please take my hand
And we will fly through those
flames the sun so playfully
yet dangerously tickles our
sides with.
In writing of the earth
Let us remember
How soft she was
The sharp edges realized by
Our own naivety
She meant just to nourish
That we could flourish
Into oblivion
Yet she holds us close
Still
So let us love her
Before one of us
Has to go