Monica's Dance

SEED: "only by going from the black to the green" (Monica)

and other thoughts shared here.

A Spirit Black and Green

Memories may guide us in a reverenced dance
of cycled steps from black to green and back --
essentially Life 101 in the college of Attention.

We are deluded by religious mists and yearning
to place faith in pristine white and shining light --
which does but blind us to the pulse of earth and divinity.

It may be true that purest Light holds all colors
of truth and wisdom deliberately withheld --
and that flying ever closer to the flame will find sought unity.

But I think we need look no closer for GodLight
than in a leaf finding rebirth in black and green --
that the blackest loam is filled with truth and wisdom held profound.

For while white reflects all of divinity's kiss
the blackest black absorbs all by right and call --
to share it with each day's dawn and spring of every being.

We rejoice in the reflected green as almost white
while ignoring the dark hued truth of its soul --
seen in Autumn splender as red and gold and rust of death.

As we in confusion see the sunset display,
we discount that the green is absorbed --
to blend in symphony with seeds and ancient soil most dark and rich.

From this molded magic loam will be cast the green
which reaches to the Father star, also green --
a proof of faith beyond the limits of proud humanity.

'tis said that simple love is not an emotion,
but a way of acting toward another --
and in that I choose to walk, in part, the Way to Calvary.

But when I choose to pray -- to find peace and all,
I kneel in the darkest womb of soil found --
hold it to my face and inhale the greenest Breath of God.

papa (just writ)