When Beauty speaks
Do you raise your head
Do you raise your arm
To say hey?
Off your desk
Down from your high
Of self-importance
Can you find the time
For your circling thoughts
To note a moment`s rhyme?
To let her in
Let Beauty sink
D
O
W
N
With colour streaming
Into your tired, bleached bones
Or do you just pass her by?
Without so much as a wave
Though she humbles herself in front of you
You, carried forward
Swift current of business and play
Frolic in the midst of grace
While she’s there
She`ll show you there’s a different way
When she heaves
Heavy sigh
It’s a sure sign
That there’s life on the other side
There’s a lot more
To today, to a bold tomorrow
Than you’ll know
Cuz if you chose once to ignore
The moment
Then one more door just closed
And I remember you
Like it was yesterday
In my kitchen, standing there
Pure sweet and smiles free
Holding forth a tray of light, you were
I was full of wobbly knees
When you write
I look outside my window – blink
To find the landscape shift
To find myself, at best, breathless
Heart pumping with eager mischief
I give only the corner of my eye to the screen And your dot…dot…dot… phrases before me
I continue on, now filled with song
Of a life complete with possibilities
She knocks back, with questions instead
Why throw dirt up in her air
Cement a cruel smile on her tender soil?
Why plastic wrap Nature’s golden goods
She`s too good for the likes of our alien tinfoil
With your light dawning on my otherwise normal morning
I realized a dream, at great height
I felt the earth moving
Your beauty pouring, overflowing
meaningful mouthfuls
Patterning the sky, my glossed lips
Pink, eager with knowing
When we go out, we go out with purpose
When we start the day, our attention shifts
Not nearly enough focus is lent
To the path that led us there
To that most obvious slice of green blue heaven sent
To the trees, the clouds, the rivers that just sit
Rocking chair patient, staring with intent
The wind wondering when all of us are gonna come around blowing
Our blindfolds off, and see Beauty there bowing
In our very kitchen
Holding a light to humble us
A few words so we would listen
When will we ever stop the shrug?
Where do we rid ourselves of this annoying progress bug?
Why do we insist on building, unearthing, destroying
Our world, it was so perfect, the way it was
I will be stopping
To savour the taste
To be coloured in, and during my stay
I`ll pause long enough
For my life
To find a new purpose
in Beauty`s light
lindz. 2003.