To Do?

She sits from above upon a cloud of woven gold.  Her hair dark as a storm bristles as a tempest storm.  Her eyes of steam coal dart back and forth upon the sight she beholds and she rumbles with anger upon the golden cloud.

From beneath  her thrown humanity sits with black covered glasses.  What is the meaning of Good?
"To do good "is such a blanketed statement.  As we idly sit back and go through Life numb to feelings of others.  To not say or do anything that may cause us discomfort in itself must be a sin.  Perhaps it may sound to harsh?  However, she has been pondering this human race of on lookers and those that wear blinders upon their beautifully curved noses.  What is it to be good?  Is it to turn the other way or as it is said "to turn the other cheek?". 

As the young woman parks her car in the Handicapped section of the parking lot she notices bright orange cones being placed behind her red chariot.  To her dismay she wonders what is wrong.  Her disabled sign is visible in its bright blue beam upon the chariot.   A gentleman approaches her red chariot and states that she cannot park in this area.  Surprised, she tells him that she is disabled and needs park close to the building to pick up her 10 year child from school.  He apologizes and says that since those without disabled plates park in those sections they cannot police the area.  She courteously explains that is not her concern.  He states that since they cannot control those who park there that they cannot be responsible for those sections, so therefore, they were going to block off the section so no one could park there.  The young woman did not argue the case but shied away excepting and understanding the mans plight.  The next day the young woman used her walker with the support of her older son and walked to pick up her son.  Several blocks away she finally makes it to the school and realized that the handicapped spots were taken.  Upon seeing this she searched for the individual whom had spoken to her.  She spotted him and summoned up the courage to confront the individual.  She strolled over  and apologized for the confrontation before hand.  After, a long civil discussion the man apologized that he had miss spoken his words.  Was he being Good ?  Should he at first looked with empathy at those the require to park in those select few handicapped spots?  Should he have bothered to remove those with no handicapped plates, so those who require them be able to use them?  Should she had been put under pressure to walk that walk? Should she had been put on the spot to speak about her disability and why she required her rightful spot?

To do good?  Does that mean to idly sit by and allow things to occur knowing that there are those in need.  To believe that if one turns the other cheek that all is good or perhaps not to defend ones human rights for those that are need. To be good is not just to stand by allow things to occur without a second thought.  It is not to turn a blind eye to another human being.  We are brothers and sisters and must respect one another as such.

The young women  readied herself and proceeded to school gym where open house was being held.  Realizing that there was only handful of chairs to sit in and all where taken she slowly weaved her way in and out of the standing room only towards the back of the gym.  With the support of her husband he gently lowered her to the hard gym floor to sit.  Eyes poured over as her posture began to falter.  Yet, no one came to her help.  No chair offered just a lot of  stares.  The young women lowered her head and continued to listen to the program.  Her husband not knowing what to do tried to support her emotionally and physically.  After, around 20 minutes an individual came to her rescue and obtained a chair from the janitorial closet.  The stranger helped my husband and myself in a time of need and I thank him.  To do good.  How many individuals does it take to show compassion?  How many can turn the other cheek?  A human life style of the me syndrome. To turn a blind eye once again.  To do good, what does that mean?

She sits upon the golden cloud and rose upon her feet.  No longer would she sit idly by observing. To do good one must take a stand and a stand she would take.

Look Within

She sat among the mossy spirals entwined between her thin long legs.  Her skin pale among the rich green carpet.  Her nude innocence laid among the soft pillows of golden light.  Eyes so deep as ebony, hair as dark as night and lips so red as cherries.  She laid there within her light.  Come to me he called the man with a thousand Brights, his song so merry and full of delight.  Her eyes remained deep among her crown of dark, no song so strong could lure her in.  His Brights sparkled with fierceness, his song not as sweet for all he longed for was a quick peek.  Her innocence laid firm among the earth, lovingly did she dwell among the mist.  The man with a thousand Brights continued to glare and glow, no answer to his growing weep.  "Rise" he boomed, to behold such beauty to feel such ecstasy, "Give me a view".  Her eyes dead to him didn't even give him a blink.  Swirls and whirls of greenery encompassed her every being, no longer born in paleness for him to seek.  His anger surfaced among the Blue sending vibrations all the way through.  In his anger he did not see the pale young thing was now a tree.  Her long thin legs grounded and strong, held her innocence covered and tall.  Her long thin arms pulled towards the skies, her fingers splayed had grown green and such a sight.  Her lips red as cherries bloomed just like berries.

The Book

Through the blur she sailed becoming one with the surrounding Silk.  All beauty she beheld through wondrous eyes.  Her diamond armor shimmered in the blur of golden light.  Her limbs now transformed melted away into one with the showering waves. 

The Silk warmed beneath the Sun God wavered a loving smile.  He rocked softly lapping the shore with his caress.  His loving fingers wet and warm reach the surface of lands dear homes.  He laid his love upon the grass with kindness which had been passed.  Upon his fingers did he feel the pain of words which  could not be healed.  His fingers splayed from this ordeal began to wither here.  A sour taste rose within him for words of ignorance which came to pass.  For those that judge in Gods true light, that wield the Book in their own delight, He forgave us all with his own red blood.  We all belong, who are we to judge. Let the Maker sort things out.  Hold your tongues for those that hate, spread the Love with a kiss of Faith.

His fingers wet and warm retreated back to their home.  His lapping waves reached shore no more.

With breath that could not be taken she dove deeply and descended.  All received her with open glees, hearts that rang out through the sea.

 

Caress

Ever so softly she glided upon the lake, her white sleeves dimpled with droplets which covered her with glee.  Quietly, gently she uncurled her neck for all to see.  The Sun God kissed her lashes ever so briefly.  She stretched and fluttered not very gracefully as she did so they giggled feverishly.  The droplets swirled, expanded and jiggled making her very dizzy.  Tingling kisses began to nimble at her beautiful webbed feet.  Sensations of strangeness overcame her identity.  She lunged her beautiful long neck into the silk creating ripples in time.  To her wonder and surprise these things were alive.  Her heart sang with joy to see such creatures with enormous eyes.  They glistened and shined underneath such a blur, with such possibilities for a new world of hope.  They tugged and pulled and before long she was gone.

Her body slim and long, no longer soft and fluffy all signs of the Moon God had dissipated.  Her body covered in diamonds played with light of the Sun.  What colors behold, an array of majestic rainbows danced in the folds of the green type grass.  Replaced  her white sleeves by flowing fins which waved like a flag.  The silk so loving, so warm caressed her every move, so fluid she felt as one with a dream.  Her eyes so glassy and wide what a world to see. 

The silk sang a song of warmth of need to be one.  She flowed with the one till her body became free.  Ecstasy she found, she sang to the dimples for all the creatures to see.  She wiggled, she swayed she swam free to the sea.  Such power in motion from just one caress can you see.  She swam for miles her skin so alive happy to send her energy to those with no power.

Gentle

She speaks to me with a voice of harps at a glow.  Its soft subtle melody showering me with silver coins.  Kindness and understanding is all she seeks, yet no one can see.  Blinded are those with booming loudness.  Her tranquil thoughts may not always prevail against the rain of harshness.  Those may consider her harps as a sign of weakness.  Torment to be heard turns to sadness  which can never be displayed.  The Boomers raise their voice so thunderous to only display arrogance.

Her flight continues in the silver Heavens with every stroke a moments passing.  Her beauty travels through out all the madness.  Rays of white does her lovely feathers leave for all to see in the morning light. 

With diamonds playing in the evening light she glances down heading for a moments dive.  With fingers tickling at her powder fluff she lands upon the pool of lights.  Dimples cry out with glee for she has landed so gracefully.  She tucks her gentle head in and listens to the singing weeds.

For those that seek, one need not be big and strong, nor we need to be high in stature.  A gentle heart only seeks communion with all.

Transgressions

Her graceful legs landed on the clearing with precise placement.  Her long graceful neck tilted upwards towards her Moon God.  She wiggled her perfect ears and relaxed her stance.  Gently her lush eyelashes swept upwards exposing her beautiful brown eyes.  The silver thread from the Moon played against her caramel coat.  She quivered in the evening dew, sighing her legs gently buckled bringing her to the nestled blades.  Oh so carefully she laid her head upon the earth where slumber greeted her peacefully.

She dreamt of dreams long past, confusion in the mist.  Turmoil, chaos, and guilt.  Snake like tendrils wrapped themselves around her, slowly suffocating her inner soul.  Her heart beat wildly trying to pull away from the horrible tendrils that traveled in a fluid consistency.  "Run" she heard it say.  "Run."  Within her dream state she rose to her true form and clawed her way out and ran. "Yes" it hissed taunting her.  As she ran swirls of mist engulfed her every route to escape the thing from within.  Her fist sized heart beat hard against her chest taking her breath away.  She took her slender arms and reached upwards towards her short cropped hair.  Dark black eyeliner streaked down her pale face.  "RUN!" Came the voice no longer hissing.  But, then it came.  Time stood still, no longer did tears sting her flesh.  No, no longer did her heart beat violently trying to escape. No.  She stood upon the darkened earth and with one breath she stilled herself.  Waves of emotion caressed her warm naked self.  She knew then.  She wrapped her arms around the mist and breathed them in, they where hers' after all.  As they became one the light broke through the dark and opened the gates of sand.

Her limbs gave way, no longer where they flesh, velvet or caramel fur.  Her arms became engulfed with beautiful white sleeves, her legs awkward on land became webbed and wonderful.  Her neck narrow, elegant curved in a perfect ring.  Her head so different, so pretty, so dainty, was not to be out shined by any other.  She received the call of the Heavens and took flight to the Moon and kissed him so sweetly upon his lips.

Only you can forgive your own transgressions.  Take hold of them, embrace them.  Freedom is the truth.

Words That Blunder

Within the dampened earth I slumber, the scent of life fills my nose with wonder.  Comfort comes to me from within where no one else can see.  My brown eyes give way and stare into epic darkness of my domain.  My Goodluckers soft as fine feathers brush away the sand of Father Time and I am awakened.  My long proud ears swivel to the evenings calls, I am there.  Within a moments pause my petite wet nose begins to tingle, oh the joy to be filled with a million senses.  My tiny heart fills with excitement the lure of the Moon God beckons to me.  Stretch your powerful legs, feel the earth between your paws, go greet the winds of tomorrow for you are free.  My velvet self gently pokes her tiny glistening nose out of her beloved home and she is free.  She feels the pull of the dance in the mid-night air, before long the adrenaline in her veins pump frantically and she is gone.

She sits beneath the window and kisses the singing blades her mind is calm, stress free.  She feels the comfort of the planted Sunny Faces, she lays between their swaying graces.  Until, it came the odd voices of those from within.  Her thin elegant ears swiveled here and there not really knowing what to do.  Her velvet plush tensed upon her making her smaller in size.  The voices.  Tension, nervous, anger and then it came.  The night air bristled and sparked and her tiny heart missed a couple sweet beats.  The voices raised with booming clutter, the music of splendor stolen by those inside.  No longer the Sunny Faces swayed with contentment, the sweet blades wilted in sadness.  The ugly voices twisted and scared, the love, compassion all wasted away by noises that blunder. 

The Fairies singing pierced her heart a time to react, not to falter.  Rise up.  What are words if not man made.  Raging emotions which spiral out control.  Words.  Just words, they cannot harm you, be strong.  Be better, forgive and continue on.  Sing, whisper the word of love, not words of blunder.  Sing until you find your song and your whisper has become an opera of incredible power.  Thunderous music which fills the Wind to caress the trees, leaves that will glide into the springs which will carry its singing.  Spread the Word, not the blunder.  As her passion sang to the earth, her legs sprouted upwards toward the Heavens. Long thin and graceful for all to see.  Her body broad, lean and muscular, her velvet now smooth, sleek and rough.  Her head swirled, the stars all laughed with glee look up at me.  Her nose no longer petite as could be.  Wet was the black thing shiny, large no longer a twitchy funny thing.  Her eyes large, beautiful, caring, deep and loving swept upwards carefully.  Her long eyelashes sparkled with the glow of the Moon God.  Amazingly she felt tall, she lowered her beautiful long neck.  The little lights all joyous sung out, her ears not so tall any longer but perfectly created stood at attention.  The voices no longer blundered but became still in the air as they looked upon the beauty that stood ever so clear.  Frozen, blinded by the light, her glossy nose breathed in the smell of the voices, no longer did they thunder.  Her heart beat rapidly, excitement grew once again the Fairies danced around her head.  Then with one big thrust she sprang forward leaping in the night.  Her white bloom of fluff bouncing in the silver light.  The voices laughed with wonder as she bucked, jumped and played.

Words of blunder no more.  Words are only words, but, LOVE is a very different story.  Let us blunder no more, but if we do remember the blooming fluff bouncing in the silver night.