the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first
the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear
the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light
live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew
clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened
oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast
in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights
for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb
the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect
i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods
blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing
purpose, the big question
that gives many indigestion
asking people about it
life goes on without it
swirls of stardust in the sky
on the ground the little i
storms in heavens brewing
what on earth are we doing
deep blue water sustains life
floating plastic debris rife
the horizon full of fires
burning all human desires
in the end what matters most
just before we turn to ghost
to cherish life as precious art
clear conscience loving heart
only mother knows
how child’s hair grows
only fathers can speak
of faterhoods technique
child is born too young
then learns a new tongue
gifted with odd moving parts
smile that melts all hearts
soon they start to crawl
licking painted wall
learning as they go
for viewers quite a show
growing up one day at a time
now on furniture they climb
the progress watched closely
still supervised mostly
skip and jump the teenage years
cuteness with time disappears
adulthood starts to slowly creep
starting their own family – a faith leap
newborn babies rewrite time
their presence feels sublime
lending adults wings of youth
uncovering the deeper truth
their eyes reflect our innocence
in sight of souls’ magnificence
prior to our fear of living
our own greatness reliving
being one with all of life
put aside the daily strife
yet most of all we enjoy
their capacity to hold joy
