toads_dimensional_rift

No where to go in life
nothing to do but melt down
every dream I’ve ever had

children,
friendships
all pass by

history is ankle deep here

I read it in the unnecessary drama
present in the faces on the street
as they pass me by

but between and through their throng
the real population seeps through
and no one sees

no one knows how many cultures I have lived

because no one sees with my eyes
with my heart ~ knowing things no one else knows
with no accountable way of knowing

seeing hosts on hosts of ethereal beings
some good, some not so good
some who'd really rather not be bothered with any of it

all vying to win the field

(well, some are, so not really)
we think ourselves insignificant
try to improve our lot with flimsies

the stuff is truly nothing

the addiction to flimsies; whimsies;
vanities, to self-flattery
is why history is ankle deep

here,

in this world that has forsaken
its gods, its guides,
it's balance and its truth.

<I am the author. I orginally posted this poem at wordpress.com on 4/18/2018.
It actually was jotted down before 'More Than Ankle Deep' and is
the depressing mulling that reminded me of my experience with
the Sanshin. For some reason, I get on quite well with
mountian gods. <3 >

Ankle Deep

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