“……this high clean place is only a way station, you know!”


“……this high clean place is only a way station, you know!”

 

Back in scratchy corner did Old Croakie wink and sigh,

“Now I rest, now I soak up peace, now I be all new.”

“Not so snappy, Mr. Hoppy,” swirled a whisper by and by

Out of steeplely cone of dust pushed askew.

 

 

“This here jest be rest-stop, jest be station on the way

“on the path yon critterly questers do pursue.

“When yon friends on journey get filled with Light-ray,

“They be called out to high rocky places and lowly slew.”

 

 

So smoked on dusty voice, “Ye be hoppin’ with critters,

“For they love you and need you and call you along!”

“What be this voice under dust?”gulped Croakey in jitters.

“This dusty voice is Time before Time:  Eternal Song.”

 

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“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”


 

 

 

 

 

“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So now did all friends stretch and breathe in space

Of High Room so wide and clean and glinting all to shine

All in blending stripes as Cuddles patted Donkey brow in trace

Of missing mommy now flowing twixt the two like twine.

 

 

 

“Ah, shush, shush, “did yawn out Ugly Bird in lullaby time.

“Spy ye now Mr. Jitters tipping and toeing in waltz so slow!”

Croaked Crow: “Now ye learns secret of King’s dance so sublime.

“What began as shepherding jitter re-forms for  worship so!”

 

“……you mean we get to REST?”


 

“……you mean we get to REST?”

There on the journey, on the trail came darker shades of dark,

Evening clouds piling up to peaks of the forgotten

Two shaking bodies of light up high reflecting star of  center mark

Marking friends to renew a dance darkly from time begotten.

 

 

“Now we’es carries smilin’ lil ‘ol hurt girl into dark!

“How we’es seez for stepping roun’ all hurts an’ brushkies?

“Now we’es bumpin’ an’ stumpin’ all jostlin’ so stark!

“How we’es find some trail to light where sings the lark?”

 

 

“Settle ye, peddle ye slow and more slow and seek ye rest,”

Called down Old Crow and whistled Old Ugly and Young Bluesey.

“Know ye not, The One made night for rest, for sighing so blessed?

“Know ye not, ye must be still, be very still for folding within arms so truesey!”

 

 

BEFORE WE BUMP INTO CAMELS AT THE PALACE


 

BEFORE CRITTERS MEET KINGS AT PALACE

 

Now we must stop to catch our wits

Now we sit to clutch feet

Now we smell camel snorts in bits

Now we link ears and noses and single eye entreat

Now we push each new starry spark in fits

Now we stop, we wonder, we fear East to meet.

 

But what is this gilded domed scaffed place

where we smell in hearing over one eye in maze

but for stalking guarded gate we could pace

where some whisper whistle seeks to gaze

but little while on New King, O Old King crace

where snaking fingers point to sword amaze.

 

Best we should go on another way still east

Lest guarded snaky fingers creep on nosey

Best we should sway into sun away from stable least

Lest ears flop back and eye roll up seem cozy

Best bumbly on littley nooning middley with beast

Lest west crown trick east crowns in dozey.

 

No, no, no go back

yes,yes yes go on

No,no,no show alley back

yes,yes,yes,crawl on

No,no,no give stable track

yes,yes,yes press on

 

Leave stable in west

Tell in starlight into east

Leave young child in west

Tell in soulquest into east

Leave child to carpenter best

Tell no herod no more rest

 

So star teaches friends of danger

So wise east men teaches at manger

So carpenter teaches Egypt to mother

So critters as one teaches each other

So leaning folk keening folk face the road

So telling, knelling, felling folk bear the load.

 

FOURTH WEEK WEDNESDAY: REST FOR THE SOUL


This will be a VERY short post today, as I desperately needed a “time-out” earlier today.  After a visit with my pals at my local health food store, Herbal Solutions, and purchasing 6 ounces of tumeric for extra seasoning and old-fashioned joints-aching-in-the cold pain relief, here’s what I have to offer right now before my posting time is up for today (other worthy activities calling soonest!):

Tumey red powder from India stinging my nose

Sliding under the seat to surprise my fatigue

Riding with the have-tos of the morning

And the should-bes of the evening.

 

About-to-explode psyche whispering all day

To gain admittance to the respectables

So glad to sneeze and bless me

Whizzing past the bank of the church ladies.

 

See you tomorrow, friends.  I am now refreshed.

 

 

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