In our muddle
Near to nexus,
Shape a loop
And the group be
Mindedness.
Bring;
Bring yourself, bring belief, a story, your strains and stitches,
an instrument, traditions, renditions of new thought and...
Food...
Invite the woman who finds gratitude
In plaited loaves,
The Rabbi and
Bat Mitzvah in
Communion with a
Host
And
Toast
With wine
Divine or pagan
But shared
And bared
Bare the contrariety
And yet
Belonging in
Togetherness
Too.
And in belonging
If there’s longing
For too much,
Fix a wheel of eight spokes
Starboard and centre
For understanding
For wisdom
Broad as the sea
For harmony
Without obstructions
And reductions
Of greed.
Some will search
For a three jewelled
Treasure,
The Measure
Enlightenment,
Placing a lotus
On the table
Or fables
From true or makeshift parables
Debated in good fun.
Bring the timeless dreaming from the dust and a red earth
water spirits, bush ceremony
And feathers and totems
as guardians
And the conservation and preservation of taonga
Gifting mother earth life’s right.
And open spices and scents of the Indus River
Learning openness in the way of a Hindu flexibility.
Or stability in the five pillars of Islam,
Teaching generosity in charity
And the clarity of giving
As a must.
May a Sunni bring the father in law
May the Shia bring the
son in law
For dancing
And a cuddle in the muddle in the huddle...
Let the raucous begin
Or subside
Unarmed,
always
unarmed
To break, then remake
In a punked up disagreement
But reform
Again too
The circle,
Solidarity in peace
And the I I I I
Forms a square
in the circle with Jah
and many more ,
and more
Let us huddle
In our muddle
In our cuddle
Neath the rubble
Warm
AGAIN
XX (X INFINITY) ,
