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Do I Mind, Alone, Just Being Thought Silly?

Alone… would I be wrong to call myself a fool?
Knowing full well, alone one never is?

Better, much better to say
‘Alone from’.

Alone from friends, from loved ones
From employment, joy and/or satisfactions.

Even then… perhaps not?

Maybe instead we are just visiting 
A lone transfer station called ‘change’…

Waiting, having been invited to new pastures.

But alone… Never.

Not in birth, not in passing on
Especially not in living on this Earth.

For in your, in my own current time
Here, there always is, this Earth

For great, interesting, and loving company.

Earth, our home in this life’s time
Ever ready for sharing connection

To its elements, vibrations, and it’s wildly diverse life.

Pity any, thinking humans are the all of it.

And if not, next to another like form… sadly or safe, alone.

                                            ___*___

Oh moan that predicament, a sin upon sins taught.

Imprinting each of us with the arrogance 
That without another close by
Alone stands begging like a bum for some earned loved company.

Laugh loudly at such, dance away within, and on many choices
Of wondrous fields... of each’s own making.

Free... with wild, vibratory living, surrounding, in balance.

                                                 ___*___

Just make sure it includes...
And remains in responsible synergy
With other Earth companion travelers.

Earth Life, just waiting for our call with open eyes
Our willful attentions, our company, our heart sense…

To spring forward in a joined dance 
Just for each one of us, with me, with you.

Through eternal seasons, sharing the whole show
Seed, to plant, to flower, harvest
And then regeneration.

For as we pass through phases, so do all too go.

Come, and go again within Place, Time, and Space 
Being the only constraints holding back full, free intent.

                                            ___*___

And as hearts loving together beat 
In wind, water, fire, earth, and spirit
So too, are we all matched in balanced rhythms.

Sing us wild happy, daring songs then...
Dancing barefoot among flowers.

All in continuity, springing eternal, if you but let it
Never did I accidentally dance on a bee attending a flower.

                                         ___*___

Alone? 

Say that laughing to the Sun setting, in love, promising its return.

Waiting for our welcoming smile 
At the breaking of each new day

As brother Moon reflects its reminder “I am still here too”.

Say that to the nights offering peace and life-resting
Inviting dreams of further places waiting…
 
Free for each of us, golden line connecting
If need be, far away... home...

Where souls find and know abundance in true measure
In sure knowledge, of never-to-be loneliness.
 
Oh, don’t listen to those with chains ever-ready to bind
As if some deserved dark room lies waiting.

Visit your Self then, remembering
Life Beyond Understanding waits…

Yours and everyone else's.

                                               ___*___
 
I found the One that smiles 
In eternal loving kindness...
‘Are you learning?’

Invite It, Self, to sound you well 
On truth and ancient wisdom's...
For all the books are now flung open.

                                                ___*___

And so live well there, and here 
Your days as God intended, in good Earth company.

Working, doing your share responsibly.

Uplifting life, and living, free 
In partnership balanced

Walking through life as Nature intended
Fair-values trading.

Taking no more than that freely given
And in good thanks…
 
Repaying kind value in like kind.

Being kind is not hard
If you but freely let it.

                                        ___*___

And sing us all in the chorus’s of humble Lagniappe...
Giving a little more than asked
Just for the giving of it...

So that peace and prosperity reigns in good measure
On an Earth property placed, in our caring heart and mind
For all the days of our living.

Students learning.

So be that.
So be It.


Copyright © Brian Rusch

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