September 2024 – Picking Up Roots

Substance

be of substance
in all things;
leave the emptiness
of flash and flair
to those with something to hide;

reveal yourself in time -
fully formed
in values
and in mind -
far better to be
slow but complete
than hurried and half-baked;

you have nothing to prove
to anyone beyond your mirror,
you know who you are,
you know what you believe,
this is what gives you substance
in this world

Creation

release the reins
of your caged mind
turn it loose
to run wild
through your dreams,

let it gallop over
your fields of hopes,
picking only those dreams
of deepest meaning -
those beyond
your self -

let the mind free
to find 
the path to truth
through creation

Callous

why do we hold time so cheap,
while clinging to the material
with desperate fingers;

it cannot be purchased again,
yet we discard it
as children with a toy
that no longer
holds their interest;

what could be more interesting to us
than how we allocate
our time;
this great treasure,
treated as though it were nothing,
we allow for intrusions and thefts –
encouraging them even –

who are we
to be so callous
with time