Blessed Foolishness

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from my favorite artist Michael Parkes

After belaboring sowing and reaping,

and reminding that Karma is a bitch,

I laud blessed foolishness.

There are things in our living

that can make tricksters of us.

Absolute fools.

The high card of them all

is love.

Praise affection

familial and friendly.

For me, nothing compares to

Eros —

Who sets one cockeyed silly bombastic

earthmoving and roving,

melt-earth-and-rocks foolish.

I do experience this

addicting affliction in my lifetime.

It is fully irrational,

falling to pieces to give all my pieces away.

Mister Toad’s wild ride careens

between crashing chaos and

pummeling wind

euphoria

mounting the silken enchanted carpet.

This love takes body, soul, goods and

sanity.

Foreshadowing of the searing slicing

pain

of Eros’ love’s end

haunts, bites and blunts.

It leaves me with

gratitude

that I live authentically

recklessly

from my foolish smitten heart.

I lose all. I find all.

No one can take this away —

body and soul are knit.

I am the fool clown for love.

I live on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

REMAINS

familiar
Online Art

Of all the people I ever met, I thought I knew you the most intimately.

Of all the people I ever knew, I loved you the most fiercely.

Of all the people I ever loved, I was the most wide open to you.

Of all the people in all my life, you knew

most thoroughly my inner and outer terrain.

And yet, until that evil day,

you began to believe her lies about me,

there did not exist a love pure as mine for you.

And yet, you withdrew.

Body, soul, heart untrue.

 

Love of Distinction

She stated to me as if I were her therapist:

“No one has ever had a love like this. It defies geographic, marital, age and world view variances.

“He has told no one of it. I have told a few confidants. But people seem to sense strong love — even when it is unspoken. By family and many friends in both hemispheres (not all), we are met with persecution and some jealousy. Its sincerity is mocked.

“When we meet and blend bodies, souls and spirits, there is no play-acting. Time is too fleeting.

“Do we fight, fear, despair and also love beyond all doubt? Is it genuine? Will it endure?

“Ask me in 10 years.

“Ask me in the next life.”

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Thank you to the anonymous photographer.