Tuesday, 30 June 2009

There Is No Wrong, But Every Thing Is Right.

Whatever It Seems

Whatever it seems, it matters not.
Not in the usual way;
However desperate, hurtful, fraught,
Swept wholly in the fray,

Anxiety will take its toll,
A cantilevered cause,
Alone, afraid, pitiable soul,
Then: pregnant, blissful pause,

And trembling with grave import,
The wayward, angry child,
This life to sort,
Its chaos so reviled,

Will be a stormy teacup.
A misinterpretation.
A tiny hiccup
Holding all creation.


Gorilla Bananas said...

Well that's one way of looking at it. The problem with a stormy teacup is that if you're inside one it's your whole world.

No One In Particular said...

How is that a problem? Nothing wrong with that. Whatever seems to be happening is the whole world.