89. Al-Mughni - Life’s Garden

Suggests enrich, meet needs, cycles --- 'With every breath,
I plant the seeds of devotion. I am a farmer of the heart' Rumi 

Clown

I learned the duties of Clown from young Andrew:
at home in a world of nonsense,
turning up voltage again and again;
not perfectly perfect but urging
inclusion; connecting the hearts of some people
through smiles – with spaces between all their talking and words,
where, truly, a mystery lies.

Breath

The day I shouted at the wind

I flew – my voice – away

and air contorted with the sound

of words in desperate play.

I didn’t hear them echo round

where congregations pray;

perhaps they will return, rebound,

on judgment day.

A syllable or two,

a vowel,

a consonant or two,

a howl;

a new expression as a ring,

devoid, no-thing.