Their cadence syncopated by raindrops and bird calls

~

Max Ernst

   ~

Softening their intelligence

transparent as water and air

they meander through the maps of their minds

unraveling the edges of illusion

~

Circumnavigating the solid grid of references

they walk deftly under the ladders of hierarchy

The flight of their passions

entertaining the complexities of insight

~

Their cadence syncopated

by raindrops and bird calls

they resonate as bells ringing

weathering the storms of vulnerability

~

Each of their words

the flesh of their hearts

their ageless spirits

carry loss as kites in the wind

~

While planting bright seeds

in fecund dust

where some may grow

under the radar

~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Artist: Max Ernst

 

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10 responses

  1. This was an emotional roller-coaster ride for me Jana, through mazes and waterfalls. I keep reading the last two verses, pure gems. And oh yes, “bright seeds” please, please “grow under the radar”…

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    • armed with tuning fork and shovel, this song comes to mind John…

      “To everything, turn, turn, turn.
      There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
      And a time to every purpose under heaven.
      A time to build up, a time to break down.
      A time to dance, a time to mourn.
      A time to cast away stones.
      A time to gather stones together.”

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