L i t t l e Acts of G i v i n g
Love won’t be taken back
It was given freely like always
Gratitude behaved good today in your heart
It will circulate in you like a diamond cutter
Night after night, those positive affirmations
Are echoing poems with forgiveness
For this world that does the unthinkable
To bodies, lives, souls, communities
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I used to think about the aftermath of idealism
How pragmatists forgot their youthful selves
So in the meantime, I’ve found a recipe
For staying young, in the spring-values
Of a lifetime, the heart hoards roses
And everything else is secondary
And everything that sings is that which listens
It’s an aerial visitation of summer
And every word rolls in the mouth
Like a delicate poem, like a tender bud
Love won’t end, it’s not a pie to be divided
It’s a sheltered free-flow of freedom
We’ll move higher and higher until
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We breathe the stars with likeness
Our simplicity will be a high-speed review
Of identity and shared identification
We’ll be thrill on the narrow streamline
Of mortal nights, and dive into a hundred
Pockets of hidden meaning, arriving always
At a new state of wonder, that’s gratitude
Some part of the heart that finally
Learned to receive by little acts of giving.
