Blabberjam

I sat with my iPad this morning, visiting social media and other sites of inconsequentiality, for well over an hour.  When I finally turned off my device and looked around, I noticed that it had rained. I went outside and sat on the porch. I had just visited a virtual world; a lost world devoid of nature.

As I sat exposed to the natural world, I saw birds, and plants and trees. I felt the wind and I smelled the petrichor from the rain. I saw the sun peek through the clouds. I saw mockingbirds drinking from the wet earth, then heard them sing a marvelous medley of tunes while the wind joined in and played the chimes in my yard in pleasant harmony. Some leaves, felled by the rain, spiraled in a small wind vortex. The natural world greeted my monitor weary eyes, and welcomed my senses to a refreshing measure of peace. A moment returned to the allure of a humble then, before the technological separation of man and God.   

The alert sound on my smart phone jingled as I sat there. I suppose that they want me to refinance my home, or purchase an extended warranty on everything, or someone wants to chat about nothing. I did not answer. The doves started to coo; they have a nest in the bushes nearby.  

How nice it would be to go to the country, into the ravine, and play. Play with sticks, in streams, by the riverside. How fun it would be to slide down the hill on a cardboard box, or swim in the pond with the lily pads and frogs; and laugh. I want to laugh at the frogs that laugh at me. I’d like to munch on some wild clover. I want to be home by the time the street lights go on. I want to catch fireflies.

I fear for the future of life. I worry about the life of youth.

Many folks think they know something.
Some presume to know a lot.
They are quick to offer their opinion.
They are quick to tell you what.

One notable bit of wisdom, however,
Their prattle always lacks,
One tidbit of data they choose to ignore;
Opinion is not fact.

That does not stop their tongues
From flapping in the wind.
A surfeit of misinformation 
From a bottomless pit of spin,
Spews out conviction after conviction,
Allowing no truth to rein it in.

Eventually, when the voice of God 
Attempts to reveal what they don’t understand, 
They reject the revelations from above,
And accept the foolishness of Man.

Their pious words ring out,
Like bells without a clapper.                                                        
Their politics are hollow sounds,
Rapacious echoes of endless clatter.

Idle talk in bars and parlors,
Resonates in callow ears.
Propaganda is a bias prelude,
That crescendos into fears.

It is written “the pen is mightier than the sword”.
We are certain that words do matter.
So, if you know not what you do not know,
Please, spare us the vanity of your chatter.

mtkf

You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
You are running frantically
Through everyone else’s dream.

You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
The noise is so loud
No one can hear you scream.

You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
It’s so dark in there you can only
See things you’ve never seen.

You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
You are only fooling yourself.
Your illusions are alone, your own,
It is only me that fools me.

Open every door.
There is so much more.
You are not locked in there.
Free yourself from prayer.
Let go and let it be.
The universe is dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing,
dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.
Let it dance you free.

We are only fooling ourself.
We are only fooling ourself.
We are only fooling ourself.
I am you and you are me.
Let’s go dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing,
dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.

Comments made from one side of the glass.
Replies to reflections echo back.
If you know not what Alice saw on the other side,
Best not proclaim white without black.
…Truth resides somewhere in the shades.
…Communion is linked within the grays.
One dimensional opinions get lost in a flat morass.
Curb your tongue, or take the tit for the tat.