Monday, May 17, 2010

the mutual conclussion of un-needing

All I need is truth.

You are not truth, but I see truth in you
like a window pa(i)n(e) frames

the drops of water reflecting
roses in the garden of

all that is good
of all that is

worthy of sunlit
attention

like a red wagon
derby race

down the sloped streets of

childhood

where I once
held the handle

in charge of the wheels
that directed my path

across neighborhood obstacles
of lemon (aid) stands

and joggers
those laugh-barking pups

till mothers called dinner
and darkness

bid sleep
for an eternity of

dreamfilled night
when I would pray

out my window
towards the clouds that

form rain
caught in between

the desire to spin wheels
faster and

the hope of serenity
in the shape of

a streaking water droplet
blazing a trail

that would soon fall
as the truth of water

to form a puddle of reflection--
a two-way mirror

of God's love my truth;

that everything I need

comes from above.

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