"She's kinda crazy on a good day, but fun." Martha's BFF
May I suggest a scary, even startling idea for your careful consideration, Beloved of God? You are not a body. You are not even a personality!
By Martha Agnes2 months ago in Poets
If gorgeous poems are dropping like ripe plums-- delicious, bruised—a bad spot here and there-- They come after I have journaled
Will I be given time enough to write? Write what I think I now know? Write what has happened since last I wrote? Before I leave--
T’was in the dark of an early winter evening when the lady prayed: “Give me peace; and survival for a while would be nice, I suppose--
“There’s always too much to do,” he complained, worried half sick about a broken fence. Old man—dirty plaid shirt—elderly wife of decades—
Michael, Beloved of God, the politics of rage--brilliant though you are, oh yes!-- is just a good beginning for all good change,
I have the means to recognize-- that I am free! But body-me and ego-me just want peace, laughter, and
Thus spoke Zarathustra: Hurl yourself into the wind--- into the freedom— into the clarity of love itself.