A smile filled with optimism spreads world wide, teeth ivory white.
A smile sodden with pessimism is falling upside down, teeth covered in charcoal.
It's just in front of another cakehole.
It struggles to find a reason.
Year in, year out.
Tis the time of your life.
(C) LIVVI

WORDS

Words
worry me
how many
did I use today?
Words
they frighten me
how many were necessary?

it seems to me
most didn’t do their duty
to what purpose
to whom
to what end
said to an imagined enemy
or a true friend?

I must pause
to think
before I sink
to the abyss of the inane
where words fester and stink

I must forget
unwanted words
delete many
from my unedifying vocabulary

others I shouldn’t blame
  though I know deeply
  in my heart
   I was taught to use
   the uncomely
   the meaningless words
   words that self-glorified
   sugar-coated which would but
   diminish me
   reduce me
   to absurdity
   words that hate
   that hurt
   that maim
   that cause pain
   and suffering
   that but serve
   my selfish aim
   (now regret comes too late)
  
   I should not be
   in the company
   of some many
    so-called teachers
  
    I must break myself free
     from the word-killers
     the word-profaners
     the word-defilers
     the language nihilists
     who seek to destroy
     beauty and decency
      for their vainglory

      how would I sleep tonight
      counting the number
      of inhumane and worthless words
       I spoke today?
      
      so often I wished
       I were dumb
       to be cleansed
       by silence
       to be still
       to be liberated
       from the pollution
       that has infected
        my better self
        for so long
        so surreptitiously
        without my knowing

         it’s past midnight now
        how calm are the stars and the moon
         in their eternal silence
         they speak so much to me
         and make such wondrous company

         when I wake tomorrow
         would I be a new man
          one who has turned his back
          on the past
         that has irked and misused me?

      the sage Lao-Tze in the sixth century BC wrote:
      he who knows does not speak
      he who speaks does not know.

      and that’ s all I need to know.

YOU ARE THE SONG

You are the song
I am the singer
You are the dream
I am the dreamer.

You are the rose
I am the dew that does gather
And falls and dwells
Within you the love-receiver.

You are the swan that glides
Over me the river
You are the sunlight
I am the mist you scatter.

You are the romance
I am the writer
You are the poem
I am the reciter.

You are the violin
I am the violin-player
You are the painting
I am the painter.

You are the golden bead
I am the thread that strings it together
You are the silken linen
I am the proud wearer.

You are the beautiful and chaste princess in the castle
I am your loyal knight and protector
You are the royal prize
I am the humble suitor.

You are the gentle breeze that blows
I am a leaf you carry in cool weather
You are the beautiful tree
Under which I seek shelter.

You are the heaven
I am a tiny star and faint light-bearer
You are the voice that behests
I am the faithful messenger.

You are the song
That fades never
I am the singer
Who loves you forever.

Fireplace altar.
Cathedral dome horizons.
Icon constellations.  

Snowfall prayers, solitaire twilight
Forest tree stump confessions.
Every shadow a priest.

Every infant an angel.
Willow wind psalmsong;  
Praising the Everything.

No heaten forcefully converted.
No sinner's soul purgatory held.
Heaven is when

I close my eyes. Heaven too,
When they're open. Preaching to the
Choir of me.

Church of One.
Hell on Earth. Worldly Paradise.
Yin to the Yang.

I feel the pain within it all.
The pleasure as well. Poor
Beautiful, ugly world.

Single disciple walking. I'll focus
On my humble
Feet.