shaking the Jell-O

shaking the Jell-o

i am comfortable in my own little world

just don’t shake my Jell-o

you will get me to . . .

wiggling and Jiggling and Squiggling around

and perhaps i will get uncomfortable

as i come to the room temperature of Reality

i will start to melt

and then i will have to reconsider my form

such things as

am i really what i thought i was

did the Mold define me

enhance me

or did it just romance me

into becoming what it wanted me to be

am i defined by the fruit i contain ?

or am i the fruit ?

Now that i think about it

what color am i where do i fit in

i feel like my whole of existence is but for the consuming

am i really Sweet and Popular

does Bill Cosby really like me

or is he too but a corporate puppet utilized to push an agenda

am i supporting this indoctrinated mindset by going along

without doing some shaking of my own

but what can i shake

stir up, change

affect to effect

All the children love me

and i too love them

which is why i give them these sugars

to bring smiles

albeit there are concerns

for which we should discern

about what becomes learned . . .

yeah i got my Jell-o shaking now

and i am melting the more

with the effort i give

losing my character

or the illusions thereof

i am what they made me to be

Sweet and Sappy and Syrupy forgetfulness

of our Moments

our Nows

as the world of all the Sugar Junkies we call children forget

where true happiness lies

in the embracing of each other’s hearts

the smiles

the Joyful Playing

in the naturalness of things

of life

kissing the Sun,

the Moon

the Stars, the Butterflies and Rainbows and Tree and Flowers . . .

but most of all . . .

kissing the grandeur of all sweetness . . .

Life !

the life i see in your eyes

the twinkle

the jiggle of joy as we dance

to the music of being

feeling the Rhythms of Creation

as we shake our Jell-o

(c) 21 November : William S. Peters, Sr.