Does it suit you to laud it over others the free reign you have been given to do and say whatever, whenever? I have a message for those who scoff at common human decency. We all are a little crazy. We all have something that we think, do or say that would offend someone, somewhere. Consciously or not, we all contribute to suffering. Maybe that is why all the sages of all the ages agree that peace is an inside job.
Be wary of the obvious.
Know that the best bits
Aren’t found on the surface.
Dig deeper in search of the
Grillade on the grits,
The confetti after the explosion,
The crumbs leftover when the cake is gone.
Real beauty lies in the
Small bits that remain
After the party is over.
Be willing to claim the unsavory bits
Let them linger on your tongue.
The deeper truths
Can only be discovered
With the practiced, yet instinctive
Navigational skill of your inner pigeon.
To locate them in the cavernous maze
Of justification and rationalization
Disguised as your life
Distracted by your successes and failures,
To distinguish the finest details of the
Artist’s brush stroke that created the
Most authentic bits of you,
Eagle sight is needed.
Don’t settle for shallow sight.
Hear the discordant song and create a new one
That only you and the owl can hear.
If the cobra sways while you glean the
Leftover crust of your unleavened life
So be it. Dance to that song.
Know your leftover bits and celebrate them all.
© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette