Discombobulation

Discombobulation is the way out of

Stagnation,

If you have imagination and want

Illumination,

Instead of

Frustration,

So bring it on

Now, not later on,

To get to my final

Destination:

Discombobulation!

Be right, but not righteous

Be kind, but not condescending

Be humble, but not falsely so

Be happy, but know others are not

Be good, but not zealous

Be firm, but not unbending

Be fun, but not hurtful

Be gracious, but not ‘smart’

Be brave, but not stupid

Be calm, but not careless

Be strong, but not boastful

Be thoughtful, but not tied

Be true, but not blind

Be ‘blue’, but not blue

Be fine, but not fined

Be always your you.

She began as a bit from this and a bit from that.

She grew, one amongst a few, then more,

reaching slowly upwards, and then outwards.

The few became many

as her leaves unhid countless buds,

and the buds turned to countless blooms.

Blooms of many colours,

colours she loved,

and colours others saw and loved.

And these colours changed as she grew,

with time, with change -

some for a second, some for always.

And she became what she was always going to become.

A Chameleon Flower. 

My love bears my name

But she is herself

She is loving

And loyal

Steadfast and brave

My love is beauty

All that I need or want

And she bears my name.

Then came the Big Bang,

Which rang, for better or worse,

Through the baby

Universe.

Without a sound or any ground

Or anyone far or near to

Hear.

There wasn't a frog or a dog,

Or a pitch. And a wish

Wouldn't appear for years -

Multimillennia, actually.

And as for gods and bogs

And things like tears and fears - 

They all had to wait for the first

Fish.

My letters

To you

Over which I sweat and strain

Are like stones

Dropped into a pond

And never seen again.