Poem -
a good tea
What is god asked the mouse
who lived under the bed
Having long since escaped
From the shelf in my head
God is love said the flea
Who lived under there too
I know this, it's true
Mama told it to me
What is love asked the mouse
Is it something you see?
What does god's love look like
Do you think love loves me?
Love is caring and sharing with
family and friends
My mama says love's all there is
In the end
Said the flea, snuggling close, for
he smelt a good tea
While the mouse scratched his head
As bewildered as me
M P 14/7/22
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I imagine this to be the kind of fun conversation one might easily and comfortably have with a child, all snuggled up on a dark winter's night ..Ā
I also know quite a few who have similar conversations with themselves ..Ā
and then of course, there's us ..Ā those who areĀ compelled to hunt down and catch each random thought as it wizzes by .. and to mount them on an otherwise blank page, for others to ponder, wonder and admire ... x
Hi Nev...referring to the last paragraph, personally I see it as a kind of mental washout each day you know. Or a decluttering of cupboards ready for the next wave of univited, annoying and often blasphemous
((( blasphemous??? ...who invented THAT word...is pondering a crime??)))
thoughts that filter in from the great unknown. Speaking of the great unknown have you watched...'How To Change Your Thoughts' on Netflix?. Wow...eye-opener!!! What struck me was the experiences described were basically the same as Near Death Experience!!! ( My obsession of the moment) You prob would know all this given your esteemed profession but its still a really bloody good watch!! X