Wisdom

How deeply to engage
How much to know
Which doors to knock on softly
And which to break down with force
(Especially in people’s hearts). And, of course,
How to do both
In Love.
“A butterfly can break through
A window
At the right angle
And with precise timing.
I’m sure it’s the same
With doors,” she whispers
To me, gently.

//

We were in danger
Of becoming a thing
So, a few protested loudly
Vehemently against
The it-ing of human as machine.
While so,
On the other side
Of the world.
A Butterly lifted slowly
Off an orchid
Having drunk her
Fill of delight.

//

We are….

“The temple that can move and think and feel”

We are
Alive
Whether
We are born temples
Could be extraneous information
But that we
Are being built
Together as one
Seems
Overt
To me.
I pray today
To be
A doorknob
At least.

//
If all is immortal
Even before it was or is
Then this day
Should be unique.
At least your laughter
Should make us all
Glad, if even
Not fully aware
Of our happiness.