Nothing Worth Doing is Easy

Witness
an impossible
Monarch-

luminesce In,
from obscured
higher frequencies

swapping saffron compliments
with proud Susan, while
sitting on the thirteenth pedal
circling her black eye

Reflecting our diaphanous flight,
through this garden of stars

Maybe,
Everything
Worth Doing Is Easy

A candle spark

Let's meet in the high fields
at sundown

8 billion souls

One inferno
fueled by wax above our heads

See how grand
a blaze
of change
we can devise

Before retiring to bed.

When no one notices
not even our own awareness
our branches
persist toward the sun

A rope swing dangles

Ready to hold Love,
to listen to Love,
to feel the embrace of Love,
to give Love a push
and to pull Love back
when it has wandered too far

The wind blows us left
the rain torrents right

Through our boughs
our leaves

letting go

down one
down all