happy birthday Helen.
Morning visitors, friends, n’ family. Didn’t autumn just give a giant ‘I’m here”? I could smelling it coming for days and then the Equinox. With the magic wand of seasonal change; Voila, we have fallen into Fall.
The ‘sippy the coffee’ is especially good this morning. I need the zing of it’s wake up. I slept like a baby last night and slept long. I welcome that kind of non-resistant sleep.
“Resistance is futile” so say the Borg
Their ‘trans-human morphology
Unified; a collective of humorless
auto-matrons perfectly ordered
on behalf of the systems heart-less
Give me something to push at.
Of choice that gives question to
Without the conflict of ‘one right way’
In the Oneness of Us
Lay perfect order in joyful patterns
that find resolution in the stir of honey
fresh on toast, in the sip of Earl Grey tea.
or the nose to nose of dolphin to human
in a crystal blue sea of Unity
What is resistance if not the call to wonder why
as answers of the Universal enthuse in our
curiosity, as we swim in the soup of Infinity
that holds the known waiting to be understood.
As duality loses it’s hold and the heart center leads.
The Borg knew in their limited strong hold
that in oneness they are strong. That to resist
has it’s pain. Only, Only, their story speaks to
an empty heart, joyless, contrived, null n’ void
of love connection.
I will resist that. I can not resist living in Joy.