If God Would Grant Your Fondest Wish
(after Bobby Steve Baker’s To be in
Rhinencephphalon #23) the moment
is the miracle
– Osho
…to be a dog
to rest on the screened-in porch
and, bugless, watch the slant of light
from the June 1st sky through the wire grid
rid myself of myself
dream-smell rabbits and empty guns
listen to the pulse of bullfrogs
lick salt from wound of world
…to be a simple soul
to find myself in a basket in the bulrushes
held by children and nursed by mammals
who know the stars and not their names
…to be blank to wisdom
alive outside the common sense
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well done. id likely waste my wish on cheeseburgers.
I wondered what it felt like to be a dog and “dream-smell rabbits.”
Reads like a prayer for stillness. I like the trio of ways you say it!
Such an evocative, lovely poem!
Opps! Typo in the intro. Should be:
(after Bobby Steve Baker’s
Rhinencephalon # 23)
This is from Bobby”s June 2nd gem.
Sorry Bobby.
You poems seem both nostalgic and timeless at the same time (I mean that in a good, mesmerizing way.)
“…to be a simple soul” amazing poem!
Just getting to this now Jim. This is a beautiful and precise express of something I believe is Universal: “to be alive outside the common sense”. I do, however, agree with the comment that i would probably have to study meditation for years to not have that cheeseburger slip in to consciousness. A timeless sentiment very well crafted. Bravo my friend.
My favorite of yours so far. I’ve loved all your poems this month!
Jim continues to find ways to delight his readers and enjoyers!
K. Bruce Florence
…who know the stars and not their names. My favorite one yet, Jim ( so far)
Catching up today. This one is lovely, positive. I feel hope in it.