Some Hippie Advice

Dyadic light splits a heaven-like night

into light and non-light, doomed as any Shakespeare lament-

"the 22nd catch", says Mr Murphy, "is that

light and dark are shared cycles of one breath

inhaling one another

and then

exhaling into one another's whirring chaos of atomic life".

.

What to do, what to do.

.

On the one hand, we could create a false reality

sustain it for eternity so many times

so many times

(beginning in the garden where Sam and Sara dream)

that we simply forget to be discerning

and accept the mass consensus.

Or

we crack open our minds

empty and fill them simultaneously-

and let the sunshine in.

.

Let it be.

Peace

out.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i was hooked by the title .. i had to read more than a didactic twist .. for me ..your poem creates a turbulence of chaos .. trying to think back to which mind bender you might have been on ;) ... the altering drugs of yesteryear are sweet tea to this time and generation ... i feel pain .. the pain of lost enchantment ... reading this .. and great concern for the things we swallow simply because we flash on it across the twitter, tweet indiscreet parade .. well crafted poem in my opinion .. a lot to think about .. inspires .. challenges ... we have been around long enough to have cracked our noodles enough to make a fine powder ... maybe could be made into facial cream to witness our deception in the mirror ... your poem moves me ... it's a never ending eating of one's own tail eh!? Peace love and flowers young lady! :)
E.

[softlyfall]

Thank you, for both the kind words and the camaraderie of shared experience. I came of age in the 60s, Haight Ashbury was my stomping grounds though I lived in Palo Alto. That whole area was wonderful back then, now just competitive and almost antithetical to the sort of peace and love and innovative thinking of the 60s.
The ouroboros reference was tasty, thank you lol

[Einstein Noodle]

no kidding!! we may have passed on the streets back then .. i was up and down the coast more than once and SF was incredible .. i grew up in upstate NY ;)

[Ken e Bujold]

a beautiful poem here Soft. And I also see someone's a very quick study. The line breaks are taunt and superbly placed to accent the imagery of your sunny advice.

I like very much

ken

[softlyfall]

Oh good, I really worked on them. yay

[Ken e Bujold]

it shows. the ear to eye test successfully passed

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear poet. I loved the poetry and I agree. We must allow yesterdays deeds fall from us and live for today. All of are carrying scars and they had healed over time. We accept our sins and we must find something worthwhile to live for. I liked your dance of words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[softlyfall]

Thank you- wise words from a wise man

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love the entire first stanza...Wondering if "breathe" or "breath" is intended there.
I lived a false reality back then in the sixties...but oh how I wish even now that it weren't.

Peace, Hippies....Peace, Hippies!

j.

[softlyfall]

I still believe! But I also believe in Santa Claus and fairies. clap clap clap

[softlyfall]

oh right, it IS breath, thank you

[Lorry]

False realities are all fine and good to visit, but living in them would be a nightmare, what with knowing that penguins fly underwater to stop being called showoffs and the dangers involved in smoking a hippie 😊
Saying that though, I'm part way there to taking your advice. My minds been cracked for years. 😊
Ps... Damn, couldn't find the bandaged head emoji 🤕 oh, there it is 😉

[softlyfall]

smoking a hippie lol...

[Lorry]

Just say no kids! 😊