To Shape Shadows

2024.11.27

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Early. Just Abe, and the bird with the worm, and me dressed in clever.

Too soon to ask how you're doing?

Well... I'll be in the kitchen working with Abe, wearing my clever, with the smiling worm toting bird.

And words.

Awhile left before we know how the Sun's doing.

The self-important inconsiderate Sun; the world did always revolve around him.

Clever still on. So is flowery language.

Though, I'll save that for the sunshine; flowers did always prefer the day.

Flowers: Mr. Sunshine's groupies.

Frost. Abe's impressed. Leftover leaves crunch. His soft stuffed squeak toys are brittle ice frosted wafers in his mouth.

When the Sun shows, the morning will be a crystal palace full of shine back surprise.

The Sun's consistency is worth more than an early morning winter spectacle, though.

Another pot of coffee morning. Brunt toast tastes all right with too much peanut butter, too much jam.

Sat watching for the window's signal to turn off the light.

Was the world ever a bad place, a sad place, without people to tell it so?

Of course not.

But someone's got to tend The Garden. Weed it and organize the beasts.

We became beasts ourselves. Everything to preserve our bodies became easy, and instead of building more beauty, we hoarded security and sensationalism.

"Look at me! All this Stuff! Look at my wonderful!"

Instead of:

"Look at this! All we made! All we built! All this wonderful! All this beautiful!"

What dreams are for:

To shape shadows to make a place for the light to go.

Take care, dream beautiful places for your life and light to go, and have your better day.