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BOOKS ARE MY FRIENDS (For Laurel)

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Books are my friends –
Accompanied by them I’ll never get bored
And if at times I get a bit “down,” a passing title will soon pick me up.

Books surround me with the most thoughtful people who ever lived –
Crowding around in my study
Their intrinsic seriousness and brilliance lifts my room sky high
Ready for long-distance visits to a future “me.”

If a book is empty and brings me down – I quickly put it down
And pick up another.

People without books remind me of deserts without water –
A mechanical kind of survival –
“Clank, clank, clank.”

Books are the sea we swim in
So as to relax by distant shores.

Books are magic pills we swallow
In order to change into someone else.

Books are dreams we can make real
By spending time inside them.

Books will make you an entirely new and different person
If you’re open to opening them.

FIREFLIES

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Fingers intertwined with fingers –

Fireflies in the fir trees –
On fire – but with a “cool” flame.

Legs crossing legs
Turning into afternoon kisses –
The romance of the young
Coming out of the sea.

It’s too soon to know what we need to know –
And by the time we do, it might be all over –
The crowds leaving –
Applause only a memory.

Yes, it’s memory time
But the memories have flown away – like birds –
Migrating –
Flying away like time –
Suddenly and forever.

She said “I love you”
A long time ago
When there was green grass
Open eyes
And breath as sweet as flowers.

Suddenly, a letter arrives, posted long ago –
What does it say?
What could it say?
Given we’re in another place, another time?

 

“THE SOUL SWIMS IN A SEA OF JOY” Marguerite Porete (d. June 1, 1310)

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This is true when we “wake up” and see that we are the sea –
And also true when we remember what it’s like to be children again
With all their “bright colors” in our eyes.

The medieval mystical women who talked like this, spiritually, knew everything –
So ambitious male Church officials made certain they were ignored, and, if not,
Sometimes, like Marguerite, they were killed.

Marguerite went on to say that a soul feels no joy –
“Since she herself is joy.”

Perhaps she also meant that there’s a kind of joy that exists beyond joy –
Which is what God feels.

But to understand this, one already has to be filled with joy –
And then, by adding a bit more, joy literally starts “spilling over.”

All of us have known someone like this –
Who, on a regular basis, becomes overwhelmed with joy.

They’re born this way –
The same way that God can never be anything but God.

In fact, the entire world is made of joy –
But we fail to acknowledge it because we’re too busy being manipulative.

This is the mind’s fault –
And, sometimes, also, our no-humility hearts.

Surprise us God – no matter what we’ve wished for, prayed for, or obsessed over –
Knock us out –
Knock us out with joy!