Some like it hot
Others want it cold, and ask for ice to go. It matters not.
Some travel the world to see the sights,
Others read books about what they want.
It matters little.
Some talk gray matters to death.
Others spin in circles and make no sense.
It matters not unless you must listen.
Some stir up plots and egg on resentment.
Others disrupt the flow of authority and
make good trouble
Some do wonders without light.
It makes a difference.
The world brooks no resistance,
Upsets aspirations, laughs at certainty,
Unfolds indifferent to complaint or fine argument,
Unleashes surprise
With no surcharge.
Some respond with idols to distract from signs of conflict,
Others hold down the fort, refuse to budge.
Stubbornness makes room for blame,
But offers no permanence.
Some look too far in the future
Fail to embrace moments of joy,
Miss eyes that smile back.
Others stay busy,
Worry too much,
Wonder what will happen?
Does it matter?
Life weaves in give and take with threads of pure gold to purchase meaning in hope or in grieving,
Enough for all to hold close without deceiving.
Invisible to some who fail to breathe with empathy in the presence of another.
A mountain stream will cleanse a body that’s willing, but not a mind full of ill intent.
Some claim the heartbeat of connection too faint to hear, and
Wait for less impaired ears.
Others don’t care or live in fear of misdirection.
Some listen to suffering, and
Expect quick relief.
Others practice forgiving of victims, shamed or dying.
Listen with patience for sounds of ethereal music,
played with sublime precision
for everyone living,
Once heard, loud and clear, will bring
Change for us all.
THH
3/10/25
Thoughts Have Hands 