Life has no real personality.
It floats on far east winds
Wiggles back and forth
Up and down comically.
A multi colored dragon dream, with
Big snake eyes
That pierce right through you,
Blind to every want and desire,
Either you are in the way or holding on.
Frightened at first
All rolling thunder, flashing lights
dancing tunes of it’s own delight.
The dragon laughs at human concerns,
Uninterested in personal horizons,
Beckons no direction, no right time or place,
Chases no purpose,
Offers no grace.
The dragon slays years thoughtlessly,
As we beg favors
Ask for calm
try to deliver on promises.
From beginning of life to its end,
the dragon plays by impersonal rules,
And leaves to us,
The cause of human caring.
We live with ferocious dragon visions,
Currents of furtive imaginings,
None completely true,
but scary – full of nightmare thinking.
Better to brace for the Dragon turns,
Attend your interests and condition
Through the dragon’s wind,
Make friends with all givens,
Enjoy human hospitality,
Invent a loving community.
For when the dragon succumbs
Every once of energy spent,
Only the personal designs of the human heart
And their accomplishment
Will be all we can show for the thrill of the ride
As we follow behind into oblivion.
THH
5/25/24
Thoughts Have Hands 