Of Cherry Pickers and Brigands

In reluctant answer to your school girl inferences,

there is NO, "One and only."

Like sex or delicacies or baubles or "fun",

they too (your "Others!") are incidental.

It is not in the least that those

to whom, invited, I choose bow in return

Are not of soul, are inconsequential or, are not

celebrated (even revered)

and of most esteemed value:

It is simply, to the logic of constructing

the meaning and worth of my reality,

not a need of desire.

There is but health,

sustenance and peace - unbroken peace.

That, the latter, in understanding, is the freedom

from the wheel of pain and misery -

The wheel of desire and perpetual rebirth.

My Peace is of the heart.

It expresses, celebrates and,proclaims itself

as a song and poem of love.

This home stone too, and its extending outward,

is of that love within the self I feel

in celebrating this Well of Thanksgiving

of which is

Life & Livingness Itself.

This love is of 'Peace and Kindness'.

The love of Kindness is implicit.

I am not perfect nor is my compassion.

Neither my senses of self-determination or,

of justice and self-preservation.

I am no longer here to led be sit bargain with others

over what they would make

or, take of 'my' peace.

If they are in opposition to it or disturb it,

they shall not participate or partake.

I shall either move myself aside or, if made necessary,

cast them, with the quiet roil of thunder

Will of right might and movement of arm, aside.

I am not without a considered deliberation of ire or

a clarity of order and understanding.

I carry a supple and well tempered staff.

I travel nor transgress naught their road.

They need not block or impede without reason mine.

It is that simple and that admittedly of-self.

It is my selfishness and the path I walk.

I recognize it and it bothers me not.

Neither, does it cloud the sun of light from above nor,

is it contrary or of hindrance to,

The chant within of the song in my lifeblood I sing.

(18 February '17)

(GladHeart)