Patterns

…..poem #9

Patterns

 

Sorry, this is not

Love potion #9;

More somber

I have in mind.

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While watching sunlight

whisper through the Oak

in the back yard,

it dances in the wind,

making patterns on the grass.

As the sun rose gently in the sky,

the pattern changed,

and it made me think about

the choices we make in life

and how everything changes.

 

As I walk alone,

I disturb these patterns,

follow them as they re-form,

I can’t help thinking

how our journey in life

affect everything, everyone,

either consciously, or

unconsciously;

how our presence,

as well as the choices we make,

has meaning.

 

When you pull the lens back,

we are but tiny specks,

compared to the vastness

of the Cosmos,

and it often feels like

what we do means very little,

or even nothing,

and so, we just wander

aimlessly through our lives.

Or perhaps worse,

hide from possibilities

because it may mean

we must sacrifice,

or open ourselves to pain,

or more.

 

Our choices, depend

on how we see and face

the shifting patterns in life,

they are not abstract ideals,

or wishful thinking.

Our choices are made

from what we understand,

what we think we know.

And we act based on this.

 

This world, this reality,

is the same for everyone;

it is the only one we get.

Our opinions are a part of reality,

and we must take into account

the vast diversity of opinions.

But our opinions do not determine reality;

this world existed

long before conscious beings

evolved to inhabit it.

And it will exist

long after we are gone.

 

This is not just the opinion

of a poet,

whose jeans have faded,

whose skin is life wrinkled,

and who sometimes writes

silly love songs,

hoping the one he loves, listens.

No, this is the reality

that patterns from sunlight form

and are dispersed

the way wind blows

through a golden wheat field,

or lilacs love their purple.

 

It is real,

and the more we consciously

know and discover the reality

of this world and its social application,

the more we can consciously ACT

to stop unjust wars;

the oppression of women in all its forms;

the rape of entire nations;

the brutality and enslavement

of different nationalities;

and save our planet from the 6^th great extinction.

 

Poets love their words,

many use them to affect

the world around us,

to change minds through

enlightenment.

This is a very good thing

in the world,

as words become the swords

of criticism, harbingers

of Spring.

What is also needed,

and very quickly,

is for people everywhere

to turn these words of criticism

into conscious criticism by swords;

to ACT

to end this system of

everything for money,

into everything for people,

and everything for the world we live in.

 

We must change our world,

and ourselves, as we build anew.

Think of the patterns

we could affect and create;

patterns that would ripple

far out into the Cosmos.

I think even the stars

would twinkle brighter

watching us become more human,

more HUMANE.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.9.18 

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...