WHAT MUMMY DIDN’T TELL ME

Amongst other things no doubt that
my mummy couldn’t tell me were
that fairy tales had nothing whatever
to do with my personal life and that
fate just might not provide me
with an almost perfect spouse or

that from very early on I’d be obliged
to pass my days sausaged between
those who wouldn’t stop pestering me
to learn what I had no yen to know and
my peers of whom I should be very wary
(but couldn’t possibly avoid anyhow)

that losing one’s mind (“falling in love”
is the term used) is the prerequisite
for the production of offspring
that a chair is not exactly a chair
and ‘here’ actually isn’t here at all
(but then neither is ‘there’ there)

and with around 3000 billion residents so far
having run riot with 4000 quadrillion words
on this one orb within say 5000 million galaxies
(I think I’d better check the figures……
you know how those llions can run amok)
well what about us having a ‘world pause’

say 1 HOUR OF TOTAL SILENCE FROM ALL
allowing each one of us that brief moment
to remember that while words are our co-creators
they are also our destroyers and in that blessed
interval perhaps at last we’d be able to hear
trees breathing
a rainbow’s song
the sighing of shadows
whispers of clouds
the joyful roar of dawn
and above all - our own ecstatic heartbeat.

Love it! A need to be at ease with the world and everything in it..

Thank you.
And of course, to try to talk less!