In the Midst of Good and Evil
I embrace the open sky as if it were my own;
a child, somehow serene and innocent
with whom my own identity is on loan
inscribed within the very firmament
and not a bit of the 'me’ within my bones
is mine to claim as mine and mine alone.
Without the sense of feeling that life is free,
the world most jolly vertebrates can see
becomes a bitter, hardened world to me.
Everything follows something sometime.
Everything sometime or other must lead;
so it is and so it always has been
ever since the universe first was freed.
Sure, we leave while others appear
and yes, there are hardships that cling to us here.
Turmoil, doubt, anguish and bruises,
one never gets all the prizes one chooses,
but somehow it is gnarly and we know it!
Somehow still we make it through each round.
We note the dew that dampens the piles
of leaves we labor to centralize in frown
only to watch our children rescatter with smiles
and bursts of laughter elating all creatures around!
No one knows the answers
but all have questions.
Those who administer logic
are often the first ones to doubt
and stones untouched by mortal thought,
beneath our feet, routinely shout
the secret rhythm of the song
which all hear from the inside out
the way that good things tagging along
collide with bad things hoping to bout.
So many miles between where everything’s heading
and so many generations to figure it out
while colors and sounds and smells go on embedding
memories worth once forging on everyone’s route!
It’s always been bigger than any one being.
It’s always been far too elusive for seeing,
like thought-frozen darkness just as Death calls,
or leaves once decayed and remixed to paint Falls,
flooding all lands with Truth so true
that evidence might be sneaking through
the gates of someplace far away
divinely dividing eternity’s days;
of something so insanely great
my pen refuses to speculate.
Rainbows and axes seem worlds apart
but both coincide in the great living heart
of all that binds us, reminds us as one
that all are reliant on water and sun,
that no one is free from owing everyone.
Impossible though the universe may be
it seems at least one dream is running free!
We do and decide,
we pimp out our rides,
eat bagels and meow with our cats,
amid a scheme of art as bright
as one might deem oneself a knight
and art as dark as unwritten light,
the muse for which is darker than even that.
What good is Good without Evil to conquer,
or evil without perfect goodness to hate?
Somewhy we notice the banquet we’re offered
and line up to fill up our plates.
It encircles us all intertwining and seething,
the right and the wrong in everything breathing.
Somewhere between the chaos and charm
where life finds a way to show up,
we join together and raise our arms
to clink our billions-strong cups.
Somewhere between all the chaos and care
a healthy planet of miracles thrives.
Somewhere between the rhythm and rain
where bees and honey dance in happy hives
we all find time to taste a little pain
as certainly as we smile exchanging high fives;
between the grand extremes exists a twain
wherein we live our varied, invaluable lives.
In the midst of Evil and Good we love and war
uncertain, for certain, what all this uncertainty’s for.
In the midst of Good and Evil we claw and clasp
in tune– on time– kept safe in eternity’s grasp.
We wonder as we whistle what we praise
trying to make our way along the maze.
I ain’t here to tell you how living’s equipped.
I’m just sayin’ prepare for a heckuva trip!
