child's play

For my son and daughters, back in the day...

I think children are the real masters of all things magical. Weaving the forces of nature to make new realities is something that comes natural and instinctive to a child, especially one very young. The more time I spend with my children, the more of that I see.

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Children play with rhythm

write your musings for

all the world to see

every verse, all prose, all poetry

'til the drums of war

begin to schism.

'Til the sand grains in the hourglass

forget what they're falling for,

incited to rise

No more children shall you play with lies

but wrap your hands 

'round what's at your core

unstrap,

hear sounds in your heart

that are proud and pure

and ghost-dance freedom

knock-knocking on that door.

Sit laughing naked in wet earth

wearing air as your robe.

Children play with God

make Him yours and

just hit reload if He should smite,

there's no throne for a God of spite

in the clay you're baking to be your globe.

Craft new parents from the ground

let inclination coagulate;

No resting easy- children create!

Fashion cities and farms and compounds

skyscrapers of solid crystal

that can never be marauded down!

Or let there be no buildings

only enduring plains

whoop a paean to the patrons

of the open range

and quicken your mount

by releasing it's reins.

Children play with time

repair the errata we've printed afore

engrave your legends and myths and lore

fate is your minion,

the future your reason

Children play with wisdom,

respect every season.