Let me be what I am. Bad faith. Good faith. It’s an I thing, not an Us thing. Kind of like when you sit on a porch, listening to people preaching about your life without asking about your life. Sit, sip the air, understanding the air may just sing a song with a bird in front of their faces with color and charm to correct their direction of speech and eye.
Tag: Judgment
Three lines
I tend to play blank and blind
While around judgmental Gods
It’s a fools game to know everything
-M. Taggart
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odd walking thoughts – the thinking of it
A grizzled man sits at a pub. His beer is warm. He watches a man standing near him. He wants to know why a man would stand at a bar. You sit, he thinks, and you misery yourself. The man standing notices he is being observed. He says, ‘How’s your night going?’ The sitting man tries to speak but his throat was yet to be unclogged with the mucus built at the back of the tongue. Instead of a reply he nodded silently. ‘Your beer is almost gone. Want another?’ The sitting man pushed away anger at the thought of a free beer from a man who would stand at at bar. Finally, mucus gone below, he speaks this, ‘Why are you standing at a bar. Why not sit, relax?’ The standing man replied, ‘I was sitting. I thought about standing. Up I stood, so I would be done with the thinking of it. Just as I did when I asked how your night was. And then to offer another round. So when you take your first taste, I’ll be walking out the door, having left you behind.’
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-M. Taggart
A Poem
Blind wisdom beckons-
An empty thought approaches-
Let us judge the wind within the trees-
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
Giving Respect – Emily Dickinson
During a dark time, I found relief in the poem below. I was lucky enough to have lived a few miles from where Emily Dickinson spent her entire adult life. As many of you know, she would often times shut herself in, upstairs, writing poetry. She would watch the children play from her window perch. Sometimes, she would lower poems down, in a basket from her window to the ground, and give them to the children. Emily had a wonderful heart.
‘Ample make this bed-
Make this bed with Awe-
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.
Be its Mattress straight-
Be its Pillow round-
Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground-‘
Final Harvest, 341 (829)- Emily Dickson
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