too frankly kind…

too frankly kind
but soft without fault
intention followed through
unpolished genuine
caring effort
holding presence
enwrapped
involved
runneth over
patience
interest
so real
jarringly real
but subtly distinct
so withheld
for one’s own good
“life is in the waiting” (ts eliot)
shades of life
of kindness to somehow
less-than-strangers.

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greenish white leaves…

greenish white leaves
of white sky
soft purple
glowing
quiet and clear
there sits a sound
and a smell
of the past
catching up
and about to decay away
born
arisen
now decay
of the worry
it won’t happen
the observation
that it always does
eyes closed
to regretful depression
how unsatisfactory
are the efforts
ever
for our minds
are cinemas
atop nothing
atop mystic remembrance
startled again
by an unsatisfactory
impermanence;
i have written
these words before
and stare again
at the blue sky.