With talks about new talks and our local politicians talking
again about why they shouldn’t talk, what they need to talk
and who they are prepared to talk to, it puts me in mind of what
we are blessed with, as a gift.
It all comes pre-packaged, when we are born, and,
with careful nurturing it can be used for the benefit of others.
Like pieces of lego were are designed to fit together
and interact in a positive way. So what’s wrong here?
Like the song says, “Bees do it . . . even educated fleas do it . . .”
As ever, before us lie endless opportunities to use those gifts
to bestow upon others . . . “a bit of love”. (That said, I’m as flawed and screwed up
as the rest of us). It’s all there within us if we could switch it on.
For glass, at times is half full. It’s then that I continue, to look for the opening.
I wait, with baited breath, for these new talks . . . Let the “Love Fest” begin!
Looking for the Opening.
By Randall Stephen Hall.
We are born
Through an opening.
We prize our way through.
We procreate
Through an opening.
Plant our seed
And watch it grow.
The light at Newgrange
Penetrates the dark spirals
That ripple and dance
Through an opening.
We look at the world
Through an opening.
We even sneeze
Through an opening
With our damp leaky heads.
Most of us go to the toilet
Through an opening.
Though we can all
Talk through the wrong opening
At the wrong time.
At our best . . .
At our very best
We express ourselves
Eloquently, through an opening.
Words, like flaming feathers
Fluttering.
And when we die
Our last breath leaves us
With one last utterance
Through the cave mouth
To a new opening.
We continue to search
For the right opening.
The one that suits our needs
To use it, express delivery
To value it, to share it
To guard it.
But most of all
To respect it in others.
For it can be a trap too.
That opening.
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