poem

I like about how our cat sits
with his tail wrapped around
his furry paws while he
watches my dart fall onto
the floor and then attacks
with such alert reflexes
that I’m struck with realizations
that we know so damn little
while talking as though we
know more than a cat

-M. Taggart

Poem

Or to the moon, cast no doubt,
as the pitfalls to all edges speak
in whispers of encouragement.
It’s true about the shadow of Spring.
And it’s true about where I belong.
I’ll be going there, with the moon
as my anchor.

-M. Taggart

Poem

The creation of unity
lives not with idle minds
but with the empaths
crossing oceans-
And while laws govern
lines and lines and lines
thoughts circle the world
without attachment
carrying the keys to peace

-M. Taggart

Poem-

Indignation is no trip to solidarity.
No prized, or treasured fellowship,
while fixed on the wayward ego-
Into the wind we go, where there’s
an unending expanse to listen if willing.

-M. Taggart

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