And Bean asked me
what tree do you
think that you are
Replying I said the
river willow offering shade
and comfort to travelers
capable of moving yet
remaining strong against winds
And you Bean what
tree might you be
A mature mango tree
specifically a Mangifera tree
for they have deliciously
sweet fruit and provide
plenty of shade and
anything is welcome to
come feast on me
Huh if only you
knew Bean that we
and me already have
Category: Love
GM
When I know who
I am is when
I hear another say
good morning for it
is then that I
know we have made
it to another day
a destination of life
and isn’t that marvelous
WeeWeeFollowMee
Perhaps we think but
never really know who
we truly are until
we ask someone else
Oh I know well
the labyrinth the maze
that we stumble through
trying to decide who
we are but perhaps
we will never know
Next time you find
yourself trapped inside your
mind ask your friends
to blow their whistles
of love and follow
their sounds for only
the sounds of friendship
can tell you who
you are to another
NotWhatButWho
It’s not what you
are or have ever
been or hope or
promise to be all
that matters to anyone
is who you are
whenever and wherever you
are there are far
too many what’s in
the world as many
what’s as corn kernels
So rather than being
one of what be
only one of who
for who is seldom
if ever truly forgotten
Back (for Bean)
Sometimes love does return
just like lost animals
it knows how to
find its way home
Even though the fire
which once burned brightly
and warmed both hands
is nothing but ash
the spark of what
once was remains smoldering
and often it takes
but one calm breath
to ignite the flame
A few kind words
I have always been
and always will be
here whenever you need
for even though you
weren’t I never forgot
