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Recorded Reading (4:00): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/uhc9lgceqggc59gqvsez2/Questions-Asked-at-the-End-of-a-Truly-Lo.aac?rlkey=sli2xlpjrztypt3v4bsb45ero&dl=0

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On this site we have been discussing the potential emergence of a developing fifth dimensional Earth.

Readers may gain grounding in the basic premeses of this series in posts such as “There Will be a Separation,” “A Correspondence Worth Printing” and “Visions of Nova Terra I – XVI.”

Along with both the ancient prophecies and the modern physics in favor of such a possibility, we’ve pointed out the times and ways in which little bits of that more mature human future have manifested already, here and there throughout human history, and even still among us today.

Some of those times and places, the poet now realizes, have been in her own homes ~ before she was railroaded, profiled, defamed, marginalized, and deprived of the reasonable hope of ever having such again.

As inside her van today ~ and as with the many thrift store layers with which she keeps a semi-invalid body viable in the winter cold ~ objects of daily use were arranged as decorations, in a mandala of symmetrical, synchronous, ànd useful beauty.

People often paused at the door, looked around at the sometimes cracked windows, cheapest of furniture and burnt linoleum, and breathed:

“How beautiful!...”

Most Americans live in a very isolated fashion and, like many, the poet had assumed that things went on in other households pretty much as they went on in her own.

A decade or two of attempting sane room rentals in other people’s homes has taught her very, very differently. Most of our homecomings, in fact, bear little or no resemblance to it.

The questions in the offering below are those the poet routinely asked visitors, mates, friends and roommates ~ she almost didn’t publish this poem when first written, because it seemed like such a no-brainer to her.

Again, reader feedback educated her to the actually quite unusual nature of the exchanges being described.

Reflecting back to friends’ reactions to small daily considerations and communications exchanged in her long term relationships, the poet remembers being asked, not once but several times, “Are you always this nice to each other?”

Always both she and the partner would answer, “What other way is there to be?”

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Questions Asked at the End of a Truly Loving Day

How was your day?
Oh, no kidding?
Can you beat that?
Can anything be done about it?
How will you adjust to that?
Can I help by (fill in the blank)?
Was there anything decent for lunch?
Did you manage to get that done?
No?
Will that put you behind schedule?
Discouraged at all? Or, no?
Tired?
Want a (fill in the blank)?
Feel like doing anything this evening?
Got enough (fill in the blank)?
Want me to pick some up for you?
How’s your (fill in the blank) doing?
Is that a good thing?
Want a big warm hug?
Want a hot kiss?
Have I told you lately
How very truly
I do
Love
You?…

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