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Live And Let Live


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large round bees
finding a cranny
in the crack of our building
soon enough someone will take them down
destroy their borrowed home
its a mistake to be so close to the ground
and be accessible
to the inevitable
humans who are simply other animals
who have 3 pounds* of adjustable parameters
in their heads
but fail to use them when they can
do not see
everything simply wants to
live and let live

one day
everything that constitutes life
will be gone
and returned back to whence we came
recycled back into star dust
its inescapable how
each and every one of us
big brain brutal creatures
and the ones with shorter lives
share so much
in that we all return
to the other side
wherever
that might be
what is truth
what is distraction
don't you owe it to the lesser ones
to generate kindness and mercy
and not the usual infractions

why doesn't the inevitableness of
your own death
make you kinder
why instead is it a reminder
to be cruel
is it because death steals
from all of us
what we value so very much
another day
another sun
another look into the eyes of someone
another possibility
another shot at a dream
life is a kind of sleep
I've heard we awaken
when we die

yet none of us
are in any big hurry to
arrive at this destination
be kind
be kind
be kind

do not destroy
that which has
only a little borrowed time
in which to live.


* footnote: the 3 POUNDS to which I'm referring to
is the exact weight of our brain, of which humans
are reputed to possess greater intellect, yet we
program ourselves badly.

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Melissa A Howells and also for this
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
11:35AM PST/April 24, 2018 date/time stamped for copyright

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It strikes me as odd and ironic how I write
and write and yet there will come a time
when no one will notice me after I am gone
and all that will remain is a bunch of words
(which passed for poetry and pithiness TO ME alone)
and lots of watercolors...and the ragtag significance
which I attached to them will too vanish into dust.

Making meaning while I breathe sustains
me somewhat. Otherwise why would I be doing it?
Why would I be painting so furiously that
I've developed numbness, tingling and occasionally
pain in three outer fingers
in my dominant hand? Is it the knowledge of
my inescapable impermance which I've been
acutely aware of since I was a child?
How fragile everything  and every one of us is.

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Here is an altruism: good times and bad times and ALL times
get over.







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