Divine

Empowerment belies the vericose undertaking of minimalist thinking

How do we rise beyond the cautionary tale?
The flailing dance between power and humility
sets us below the need of what we ought to believe

The power to be more than just a deed or a sleeve
or a mountains reprieve
commands us to own our skin beyond the eye of what spins

The divine dwells in the midst of the abyss
where we still find life in the mix
of fear and reproach from stilted growth

There's more to that world than that little girl
with wide eyed wonder and twirls
around and amber frenzy of twilight and heat

If she does not leap to the sound of dollars and sounds
of idols and clowns,
her pouch of cosmos dust will be quite enough.