a little bluebird
came to me
and whispered everything
in my ear
but I have forgotten
every whistle and chirp
Tag: forgetting
drunk dial
i hate you father
i hate you mother
dad, you were
a lovable bastard
mom, you are
a hateful bitch
do i sound like
i am angry
there is no good
way to clean this shit up
i guess i really hate
in myself what i hate in you
i inherited your stupidity
your darkness and weakness
forgive me for i know
not what i do
there were moments
of sweetness and joy
they shine like starry jewels
amongst all the dark shit
don’t call me again
with your fear mother dear
ding dong
dad is dead
who will carry
him to his ashy grave
i want to love you
but it’s just too damn much
has love truly
died in me
it will take me time
to let things go
don’t talk to me
about forgiveness
what happened is done
now we live in the ruins love
what happens next
no one knows
ruins of love
ruins of love
forgotten pain
hidden jewels
my wounds
are my inheritance
i know that bastards
tore chunks out of you too
i cannot forgive
but I can forget
time for one more drink…
Be Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
– Rumi
There are many who would lead you astray. The image is from Blake’s Little Lost Boy series. You can explore as a child. It’s wonderful and all for you to touch and taste. For those who would seek to hold back the soaring hearts, do you not remember your childhood? That child is waiting for you.
Quantum Heart 