Hi … the weather report outside: Sunny, heavy humidity rising, no breeze, the sound of cars passing. INside: Sunny, reasonably warm n’ humid not rising, mindful inhales and exhales, deep pondering.
FYI… I have not lost my sense of humor, should you think I have. Humor laces through my whole day, just not so much in the morning when sleep has left me in the wonder of my dreams and the early silence licks at my heart and mind. It would be interesting to do this later in the day when the run of life and doing fills me up. I believe my writings would be different, and then… maybe not.
It’s all a ‘happening’ here, just what ever rolls out of me and catches on the pages. Like right now…
Star Gate in Hart Plaza
Pyramid to the sky speaking
Land laid to celestial call
Right downtown waiting
Follow the yellow brick road
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Symbols are in your soup
You made that hot mess
or was it your Vichyssoise
hoping to be cool as cucumber
It’s your ‘soup’ so you eat it.
Questionable life ingredients
It’s all organic. You’re organic.
Chopping up morsels of truth
and adding segments of laughter
mincing course words hopefully
Stirring in some goodness
to cover that layer of judgement
you let sit on that oily slick
at the side of you pot.
You should have smoked that
Your story is in that soup
It’s not your first brew so
toss it if it tastes like shit
smells like shit, that makes it shit
dump it and gather better bits
What you put in your soup is
what you digest in life and is
it working for you? maybe you
veered off the golden bricks
and stumbled into non-eatables
Oh MY… The lion’s and tigers
and bears have something to
tell you so get to listening and
back on that sunshine path to
some goodness.
Your Soup needs you too
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 