POEM: A Scarecrow’s Doo

My is very
Scuffed up
Round the edges
Hither too
Better than
A scarecrow
Keeping
Snobs a way
As they brood
Over heir dues
Wile
They are off
Making hay
Their own
Abrade
Turning straw men
Into goaled
Only for stalling
Such rumpled stilt skin
As tress up
And wig out
Combing the whirled
As eye sport
A primordial stile
Simply a tease
Even within
The realm
Of
Dread locks
Or without
Mull it over
As if
Disguise a loser
Uncaptivated buy genteel waves
For going
AWW
That you are
Blowing in the wind
Air to the throne

This poem is an to living on the fringe, even if your becomes somewhat scuffed up.  Living on the edge can be in stark contrast to the conventional and way of in the dominant of so-called .  Concern about and appearance, as well as a fixation on material conveniences, drives many to trade deeper for existence.

Many settle for a too easily demarcated by and oversimplifications.  I like to that my long hair is for the convenience of others in easily identifying me as a “hippie,” so they don’t need to spend much really getting to know me — which is to me!  Using the metaphor in this poem, my hair serves as a scarecrow to drive off people.  Encountering which make one uncomfortable can serve as a simple weeding out mechanism.  Of course, those that really know me, know why I have long hair, and why I pray for the day to cut my hair.  Also, those that really know me know that I don’t cringe from the label “hippie,” but it is a approximation of my and life.  I am not particularly “hip,” my sexual mores are “live and let live” but hardly a free for all, and I like my unadulterated by drugs.

I try to assume that people are irreducibly eccentric and idiosyncratic.  In short, I believe that every person is infinitely interesting.  Of course, spending a great deal of our exploring these individualities cuts into the of reducing people to shorthand , placing them in definable little boxes, so that we can navigate people more like things and life can be more predictable.  Some of this is inescapable as we have to form an impression, however tentative or temporary, about people.  The dangerous that is a threat to is to solidify our views of people and discounting their unfathomable for our convenience and striving for and . This can blur the immeasurable difference between human lives and things.

I propose that a wise precept would be that, if in doubt, choose people over things — every !  Perhaps the most valuable we can give one another is our presence.  Who wants to compete with another’s interest in inanimate matter (or matters) rather than have another lovingly delve into the whole of who we are?  Of course, simply being with someone, spending time with someone else, is a profound vote for how much you value them.  This is much more the currency of life than and stuff.   We are so much more than dust in the wind, even stardust in the celestial wind; and whatever that “so much more” is is what we should pay attention to, if we want to participate in life, not simply have a life lived for us, as if we were simply complicated dirt.  We are not blowing in the wind, air to the throne…a scarecrow’s doo.

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