Stick 333 - Layers of my Ancestor

Layers of my ancestor

In my inner of my hand
I notice the lines that my ancestors created
in their journeys and routes to
discover and find and just stand

In the bark of my thoughful thoughts
I notice shades of pale pink grey
and I realise that they must have
sometimes just simply played

In the sheaths of folded secrets
I notice agony, angst and anger
and I reach out through layers of age
to hold a hand that wrestled with the inner of the deeds

In the branches of the ancient tree
I notice the main message they want to decree
be and be true, live and live full
linger and breathe slow as to not miss a second of the thrill

Stick 332 - A Much More Life

A Much More Life

In the rubbish basket
next to the desk
lies the letters and words
that intended to wreck

But in the lush leaves
of a life that intends to fully breathe
no more wrecking can be had
no more hurt can be dispersed

For in the lush of the green
sprinkles of yellow sprout from friends
who believe and wholeheartedly just give
so the hurt morphs into a much more life!