Poetry

Seeing the World Through Jody’s Window

Like a pigeon on the roof.

Perched.

Looking 

askance.

Askew. 

Wondering why 

we are 

the way 

we are.

 

Do not align yourself to the physical.

It is fleeting and arbitrary.

And bound to disappoint. 

 

Be

Be here

Be now

Be love.

He spoke as he closed his eyes 

– for the last time.

It’s a brittle existence on this plain.

But we will all be one.

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