The world is.
Prairies pass-coneflowers, coquelicots, thistle.
And the passerine birds.
Whatever’s monstrous stays monstrous,
and the beautiful, too-it stays.
So much wind
has passed through me,
so many invectives, blasphemies,
riffs and snatches of disputation.
And now I have come to see
it’s all to no avail: I am
what I am, dreams be damned.
Only a true romantic
could hope to change me,
only something stronger than the winds is
could gather me up
take me in its
and blow me peacewards.
…and I believe that such a force does exist… that could gather me up and change me… I do… it is possible. ;~)
Using the word “love” sounds too trite… but there is such a force… I feel it everyday when I connect with the Creator and Earth Mother… aho.
(note: I am forced to use the “♦” symbol to denote a space since WordPress keeps on deleting the line breaks… a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do… )