Perspectives and flowers. Time. Gestalt philosophy and considering ways to resolve dissonance, particularly between our perspectives…
Some thoughts about these subjects, among others, as I wrote this poem.
Another day in the life really.
It may seem out there at times, that I spend this time on writing like this, but it usually all happens quite fast.
I am just thinking out loud and hope to make a difference that increases the net good.
This one gets somewhat busy and serious, discussing darkness to find ways to brighten it.
Blooms Replaced (Nurture Better Vision)
Fallen angels
descend on our world
acting out in their confusion
attacking minds that care
like thorns protecting delusion
they are mostly unaware
*
Their flower was replaced
by mistaken attribution
still aiming in good faith
but becoming an intrusion
with points that guard their thoughts
but their own souls they tear
and scratch at others that they face
No wonder that we stare
As their colours start to fade
hands reach out to save them
punctured skin that still does hold
They are hiding and afraid then
*
The blooms of their wary souls
are replenished by the ages
Their echo comes back to their stem
changed by their life’s stages
and remnants of their past
a once existing good presence
somehow still does last
but gets tangled in illusions
and wilts completely with no air
So coordinate a truce then
*
No distortion in our fusion
Of our past and present vision
The future should be included
Whenever anger starts to grow
Breathe deeper and offer your care
When resources seem to be scarce
Come together
Nurture the whole
The best situations are fair
with balance in constitution
*
The sky may open with rain
the sun will shine again
the earth is still fertile
and so is the time that we spend
*
The money is nothing without a solution
or without any trusted friends
It can be the start
to solving many problems
but first make a contribution
of your attention
to us all when
we start to bloom
or in the fall then
leave memories to sort and blend
yesterday, now, tomorrow, then
with understanding we contend
Our focus needs distribution
An isolated perspective
can get too bent
Sometimes best to consider
the whole package sent
We can lend every day to mend
We thrive more when we comprehend
The experience never ends
Yes, stories have their conclusion
with all of the time that we spend
Find the world that a kind soul meant
a beautiful resolution
