Prophecy: A Recipe

You’ll need a fish and some sequins,

 a bottle of good wine, sugar,

rock salt, a bag of mints, and maybe

an orange or two. This is not

a comprehensive list. Improvise a bit.

If it were meant to be simple, anyone

could do it. Are you still listening to me?

Good. Now you need to build a boat.

Not a real boat, an imaginary boat.

Exactly 12 feet and 4 inches long.

It should smell like pine trees

in your boat. You must stack coins

edge to edge. Bind them with candy

floss. It doesn’t matter what color.

It just needs to be sticky. You have

too many questions. Why would I know

when the flood is coming? Who said

it would end in a flood? I’m just telling

you to build a boat in your mind.

No easy fixes I’m afraid, but you can

eat the fish. Sequins make everything shine.

You’ll figure out the rest or you won’t.

© Ellie White, Originally Published in Peatsmoke

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Sunglint Butterflies

The moment exists

and slips my grasp today

as it does on many

As present bliss is lost

in time that will not be detained

even if I resist the flow

An unseen force is moving

through me...and I question

if the current knows the stream, or

if consciousness can recognize

living as it seems

Is simple awareness reality

and living just a dream?

Or is the truth of Being

somewhere inbetween?

Human born, we are born to see

that balance is a mystery,

a cosmic dance...

Siva, getting down, getting on,

getting free!

Destined for more

than a meal and a mate,

we must daily choose our fate

and fell the power of the stream...

for we are carried, after all!

Yet, it's up to us to paddle

and not to drift, for ultimate

enlightenment

Sunglint butterflies scintillate their flight

upon the windrift soul of water

flowing over stone...

I'm on the bridge, above the stream...

again, the Sun is bursting

light and water over me!

© Gerry Sackett, 2019

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