Gifted
#yearofprophecies

Years of my life I believed
why wouldn’t I?
how couldn’t I?
“Give more than I receive.”
Most importantly, give to humanity.
Take in humiliating pain, let it rain,
take the drenching. Perfume the stench
refining pretty happy plans,
idealizing mankind
as they could be
brought to see glorious peace and bliss.

The word these days is Passion
a flying heart
the ache of Art
Find where my mind takes ease,
soars with eternity, smiles with fluidity.
Learn from those few I can respect;
let go the rest.
Float, a ghost in repose, leaving regret
for scavengers to eat in my wake.
Every dawn could be inspiration,
bounteous gifts free of obligation,
uplift of
energy gleefully received.