AVANT SOUL

Life is all about getting organized
	and then you die.
	In the meantime,

You might not be aware 
How many people want to touch you
	Not only skin to skin
	but Soul to Soul,

Not only mind storming
	but Heart Storming.

The weather is always bad somewhere in the world
Floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, typhoons, mudslides
	and the  I-5 Freeway, and there you are .. 

Whether alone, or with your beloved.
Whether you take whatever perfectly ordered lives 
You have, if indeed you have them — 

Whether you alphabetize every experience
	to perfectly filed compartments 
	inside your mind,

No organization can compare to this gleaming jewelry:
	Those who touch you,
	Those who heal you
	Those who cradle you 
Skin to skin, soul to soul, Blessed Mother, 
Lift them up, 
And let us shout, 
	Hallelujah!						

For every cleared storage space in the garage,
	For every balanced account, 
	every organized file,
There is richness in your fellow man and woman
Beyond far-reaching distances where you may reside.				                 

And, if truth be known, 
	Creation is a messy affair — 

	Planets colliding
	Black holes imploding
	Stars being hatched from cosmic dust

To which we must all return —

Transfigured to ashes
	
We remember that

Your own beating heart

	With its ordered, 
	flawlessly spinning atoms
	Needs nourishment and love

More than any king's ransom could ever abide —

Receive and give then 

This limitless love——



And forever be unorganized
 
                                            and free.