Angels singing in the breeze,

Bubblegum flavored cotton candy ,

Candles made from drippings,

Dog moons are eclipsing.

Elves in the foxglove,

Gloves on a horse

Hay sold in inches

Inchworms are jumping on Jimmy

Of course.

Japanese koi are obviously kicking

Kid goats are licking,

Lions meowing

Monarchs are napping,

Needles are ouch-ing

Oceans are pulling

Pipers are quip-ing

Quail are returning

Rabbits are stomping,

Silver pails thumping,

Turtles are racing in bright underwear.

Unicorns dance at a vampire fair

Voices are waking

Wind needs xeroxing

Xylophone choirs are nervously yelping.

Yellow is zipping

zebras arriving—

so is this helping?

I am to you the teacher of the way.  

The beguiler of truth.

See how beauty falls from grace.

There is always a profound mystery to be solved—

An unfound truth to be obtained.

Follow me into the West.

I ride backward on the end of impertinence.

Leave too, your ignorance in the shadows of the setting sun.

Then, for you, a newer East will become.

Mythic Tree in you and me.

Yggdrasil of nine realms be.

Whispering from ancient days,

Tree of wisdom’s true pathways.

Ashvattha, the Bodhi tree—

Enlightened Gautam under thee.

Some say peepul is your name,

Perhaps people are the same.

Ashvattha or Yggdrasil,

Whisper to us you are real.

Let enlightenment flow from thee,

For each of us a Bodhi Tree.

Children peculating frogs—

Last evening turned from poliwags.

Tomatoes canned with steam in jars—

Picked yesterday in Northern Mars.

The Raincoat, is a mystery.

Read in books of history

Elbow pasta is a treat,

Cheese and frog legs makes it sweet.

Add tomatoes to the plate—

You may get sick, so don’t you wait!

I woke up with a nervous start,

Or was it an end?

It tripped my heart!

The earth we knew had been replace.

Or, where we lived had been erased.

Two suns were shining in the sky.

Five moons were circling, way up high.

It really was a different sight,

Even so it seemed alright.

I had a lot of work to do,

Five moons, two suns, no sleep for you!

My irritation peaked of course,

My smile, I had to really force.

A sleepless world made stress more keen,

Kind was gone, replaced with mean.

And as the days went rolling by,

Five wars broke out, an all time high.

They fought to colonize each moon.

This world became a mess too soon.

And when at last I did find sleep,

My dreams had nowhere safe to creep.

So you can understand my plight,

How was I to make this right?

I made a call to God on high,

This is not right, make it a lie!

He heard me and I woke again,

Back on the earth I was born in.

I called back God to say all’s well

I said that other world was hell.

Thank you for keeping life this way,

I’ll do my best to make it stay.

Come join with words,

Make melody.

Come now and sing,

Heartfully free.

Bind me to friends,

And family

Bring me to life

By natures breeze.

Come rivers small,

Come mountain glee,

Clap thunder clouds,

Sing all with me

Mountains

Rivers,

Oceans

And trees,

Join in the chorus,

Make melody.

Fountains,

Song birds,

Raptors,

And bees,

Join in the chorus,

Make melody.

Rushing water,

Wind in the trees,

Children’s laughter

Come sing with me.

Crickets,

Frog croaks,

Rain drops,

Sea waves,

Make melody.

Come sing along,

Make melody.

covered in lichen

stoic guardian of the trail

orange tempers rock

May I apprentice to—

master spider beings;

specialize in floating thread

alight on gentle breeze

keeping secret— webcraft,

tying dreams to heaven

turning death to hopefulness,

by perfect artistry.

Lovely is she

Where’er she walks

Kindly entering in

Bringing stars of beauty,

As none I love the like

How without— the air to breathe

Or day were only night

For the better lacking of

Nights as all but cloudless

Or days in northern climes

That our love could question “and”?

Her hope, so ever starry

Brilliant shines the days she brings— nights of starry skies.

From: She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

By willjxn

Being that “in” is even involved in the word being—

Incidentally insightful introspection—

Individually, in can only be, if there is an I to be in it.

“In” is a word that works it’s way in and out of th”in”gs.

I is an independent part of in and it too—

Intrinsically interjects itself in it—

Finally, You can’t even inculcate thinking without “in” being there.