Reconciliations :
... a share in the breathing ...
there are no rules - though "schools abound ! - in poetry ...
the first word was & is The Word , a legal logos ;
all the rest is speech & talk & conversations ,
which are not scheduled for the Caravan's departure !
though ... "if you're born a man you've got a Voice !" ;
yet the Opportunity is unique & without guarantees ;
& everything you make of it is what you've made your
"selfs" ... blame is a bitter retrospective hating lie .
when eight years aged , & well after midnight ,
the budding conglomerate of Boy Blue fled
his orfanned hearth , house , & home & ran
to his Eucalyptus & hugged it & a Friend was there !
words intentionally subvent tomorrows etc. ...
to close one's mouth is not always to bite the tongue ;
though the least Secret , once out-loaded in public ,
comes forth its hiding hole to dissipate & die !
there is not a christian - there IS ... THE Christ ,
& when "the two or more..." come together in his Name ,
then "I" authentically , oddly , clearly am Here :
the promise is the secret that remains hidden .
& one so shocked - a loyal orfan boy ! - he moved
the meat that intentional mentations , not titillations , delivered ,
a mere Vowel to the right , the right center of the whole
circumferance (of a spiral !!!) & found himself gone green !
he literally wept at "the wonders of the ways" ... sheer viral ...
the mountains wouldn't do it , they crumbled
& spat fire & some grew white with cold old ages ...
clouds & angels , well ... dream on infant 'ere Action !
krishnamurti never truely told the truth & yet ...
not a uniquely singular common word was lie ;
& don't we do "things" to get them done ,
& never do ! ... nor is money time , but : no .
the elderlinGardner has been the whole hog/haqq !
pomegranites , kurdish hot peppers , kif-kif ...
he smokes his dreams , delegates his prayers
to "default-settings" & eats little in order to feed a horde ...
how old is gold ? ... the Gold Of Eternity !
just the miracle - water ! - & just the dark earth ;
though the Seed is the crux of all just manners , & oxygen ,
of matter & ... the in-existance blows for hot OR cold !
breath - life support AND a chance for doubled
Gratitudes ; this , intimate connection on a very private
planet - "île des perdues" , wholed humanity as mate ,
the life-time of a chance , et voilà : Holy Reconciliations .
llorenzo gusto : from pôesia -nvolume 4 the blue hut ... all fites@ reserved
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