Our karmic loophole
you used to listen,
you know.
You used to light up when I said something.
But since the blackened clouds of your worry
have brought out the lightening of my inner pain
we’ve not made fires on 17th,
- - - just ash clouds.
[Maybe that’s why the windows need cleaning so much
these days?]
Why?
when things are bad,
you know that.
!We breathe, we are Alive!
many lost that, don’t have that gift
and yet you allow yourself to squander it,
reveling in despair
when I am here to raise your eyes and smile at the light
what light???!
The light that surrounds us, in Another’s Eyes,
in a Place By The River.
We can still find happiness.
In fact -
what’s to find?
It’s there in everything we do.
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