Daily Grind or Black Something

The daily grind is there for that

to pulverize your soul

with meditation prayer and rest

you will regain your whole

Working in a job you love, 

feels not like work at all

this, my friend is where to aim

to fulfill your life's true role

Making money makes you rich

but does not give you peace

in time my friend, you must let go 

to feel your SELF release

The more you earn, the more you spend

is no contrary notion

the act of earning just gears you up

for more, and intense spending

Review your life, take stock,stop now!

to feel where you are going

while bricks and banks are piling up

sweet beauty is past you flowing

The international language spake today

it seems is simply money, 

but love, compassion honesty 

take charge in their abundance

There is no scarcity in these things

they're free, just deep within us.

Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

Elephant Highway

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Unbalanced carts spilled sun ripe fruit

on the dust strewn road

splitting colours, splashing seed

to meet the market dawn.

Spindly children tried to run

alongside heavy traps

some were strong and long of limb

and barely caught their breath.

Bicycles too, took their own road

and weaved their wheels about

the death they cheated,

although in jest, made

villagers shout out loud.

The noise grew low

for something strong

had taken up this path

a silver grey bull elephant

was on this very route!

Without a sound

the track was cleared

of children, wheels and fruit

whilst 'mister majestic' walked

~ in no par-tic-u-lar hurry ~

Without a backward glance.

Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

This poem was inspired by the artwork of Borg de Nobel, browse her wonderous artwork here: http://borgeous.wordpress.com courtesy of the ever innovative dVerse Poets crew: http://dversepoets.com/