Just Being Is Best

Just being is best, you thinkers     of thought. Better to be numb in the cortex     and wide of eye, Than march to war with reason Than leave your love with reason, Than reason. Just being is best, oh, fractious     pebbles of humanity Marinated in icy moonlight Powered from here to there by the tom-tom of the great I-Am, Corpi of war dreams eddying toward     the sink drain of accomplishment. Just being is best. Sun rays stirring your molecules (As dumb as a clod of dough     but full of yeast!) Swaying between the poles of     animal lust, to be is Enough. Just being is best, oh two-legged     beast, The ear gifts funneling in     the babble of brook,     the bird song Into the dappled pool, the sacred Depths of Being, The high, white birds of thought     spilling out of dreams at dawn. To be Of The Earth, Numbered among the myriad fauna     speckled or spare, we live, Brothers in being. And the ancient man, and the     neonate flower Are one. Just being is best Down in this dusky dingle     of existance A sliver of God poised Forever on the rim Of the hill. Numb in the cortex and wide     of eye, So let me live, and later Die. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 04:15 AM PST, Carole Dudley   0 • 20 • 10