Friday, January 5, 2024

poem

 (untitled)


They sit facing forward,

ready to confront whatever life throws;

a sword in the right hand—

sign of the rational mind,

pointing left and intuitive;

decisiveness yet flexibility

in all matters; decisions based

on calculated thoughts,

though still open to heart.


Wearing the tunic of desire

for knowing focused on spirit,

and a cape of compassion—

the throne decorated with butterflies

and crescent moons, an angel

just near the ear,

giving guidance;


the background trees still

as the clouds settle with

the wind dying down,

giving way to clarity

over the confusion

of sweeping change.

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