I’m posting the whole of Plato’s new poem on here for everyone to read. I do hope you’ll stop by Plato’s Groove and listen to him read it. He has the most wonderful reading voice.
Silly Boy
Silly boy, never ever be just something else, somebody else has on their list
Why would you pause along that way
There are no sunsets on lists, or sighs, or laughter, or sweet deep kisses, even true friendship is too large to fit there
Never wait your turn as though you are a beggar at the door
If your appearance is not the sunrise there then perhaps you have again knocked at the wrong place
Welcome mats do change with the season and their promise is sometimes contingent on whim or convenience
Just because welcome was spoken does not guarantee that it will be granted
Leave your gift on that doorstep. You will not be diminished for the gifting, but leave it and go
The Beauty is calling, She beckons and silences the spirit. She calls from a place beyond the surface of things
Deep calls to deep, move out of the shallows, follow the sun’s rising through the early morning’s mist
Would they change you or rearrange you, bid you wait, or take your turn
That is not your path, those are not your companions
Your way is upon the trackless waters, there you may find companions far away from the shallows
There will be great joy in the meeting for they too seek that which calls to you
They understand the deep and those groanings for which there are no words
Leave your gifts at the door, if they would journey they will come, if there is doubt though, beauty will not live there, only lists
You will know your companions for they will beam in your brightness and when you are adrift their clapping will again fill your sails
All else is false promise and the use of you to fill holes in a shallow list, silly boy
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