The first thing you must do is get rid of
that stupid Closed Road sign. Are you trying
to be funny? When your kindness dies, everything
in the vicinity dies with
it. I know you want to get to the free
wonderful toy inside without having
to eat any of the unpleasant sugary
cereal. You'll see this as wearing
a practical shirt to a company
picnic, but the answer is still ever
so slightly out of your reach. You see
it. You know beauty when you see it. But
what you really want is a little more
loving on the wounded wing. A pile of
merry leaves is not a pile of singing
to burst birds, no matter what the wind tells
you. A convicted melon is full of
rotten danger, or something like that, and
probably won't get along with the passionate
reality of our path through
this wicked world. A few things to keep on
being alive for, or you'll miss out on
all the fun: the Full Moon in Cancer, we
are not complete strangers here, love is all
you need to add to the ways you enjoy
a brave and sensuous life (you've already
found so deeply) within, we are only
a glad celebration of all beings.
I am the Walrus, but it's only us
vibrating loud, everlasting as bells.
Did you mean the weight of bees?
If I had meant weight I would have said weight. I know the expression. I was trying to upend the expression to get a new/ another meaning out of it.
I gladly celebrate you, Darryl and I thank you, too.
"what you really want is a little more
loving on the wounded wing"
Also love "A convicted melon." That's great.