The Simplicity Sestina
Which conveyance should I ride getting to simplicity?
To board, which ticket should I show since my situation is so delicate.
How far can I ride if I stand behind the conductor and preach?
I would so desire to take a seat until we have gone full circle in this space called galaxy.
This would take quite a while and my fear is I would be missed.
While gone, there could be those I treasure, who would yearn for warmth.
So, while on travel, I must do all I can to ensure my friends heap on each other warmth.
Guidant words must not confuse beyond the coarsest measures of simplicity.
They must follow instructions, and I will write them down, so that nothing will be missed.
Their hopes must not be dashed or divided since their devotion towards each other can be so delicate.
On my journey, I will retrieve all data propulsed and funneled my way within this galaxy.
Should I ever discover my friends have chill, I will send prayers so there is remembrance of my preach.
With precise measure and the outer reach of judgment, I will continue my preach.
For they will receive no quarter from chill should I slack in capacity to send warmth.
While away, I will gesture conspicuously, with head/hand/heart, throughout the byways of this galaxy.
Looking for all the world as if I am blending their spirits to achieve smooth simplicity.
With a desire to nestle all things to completion, even when the solution is beyond being delicate.
No opportunity will be missed.
For truth will be cherished of its own and not missed.
I will do my best, just as I preach.
Moving things wrapped carefully in bountiful bunting, including choice pieces which are not delicate.
Having more protection than found in flimsy handshakes where there is no grip in the clasp of warmth.
I will come to each, with heart cupped in hand, to make plain the need for simplicity.
For I want to make all things as beautiful as a pressed rose; shielding stress from my galaxy.
But I might make bespoke beginner’s type mistakes in my galaxy.
Where honesty is sought for its singular sake and not missed.
Because on one side there is blandness and the other multitudes, for the sake of simplicity.
And I know there is not one single budding rose that would try to deny my preach.
It is good the heart is not made with rigid bone because then there would be no pump of warmth.
And we are not plaster casts to be left in the rain to see if we melt simply because we are so delicate.
So, we’ll use no more power than can be mustered from a feather duster for the delicate.
This is so not a child’s play wristwatch where hands shift with stem twist in winding through this galaxy.
There shall be no duplicity in any smile; only security warmth.
Within every night I will ponder the stars, wondering if there is a twinkle I missed.
And within each day I will wonder if I have squandered an opportunity to preach.
To keep everything tight, I will use trussing twine binding security to simplicity.
I leave you now with warmth hoping there is not a thing I have missed.
With more appreciation for the delicate extensions of exploration `round my galaxy.
To teach and preach the noble path of simplicity.