Tin Man Memory

I went to work for nine am
but things seemed different now,
I saw my work as rain you see,
"the wet" Tin Man allowed;
I knew if things seem heavy,
my fears were but the cause,
so I can look inside of me
and fix, yes solve-resolve;

for All is here connected,
in heart with you and me,
and nothing lacks-pretending
that Love is selective-free;

Selecting some, forgetting me,
is just another dream
that Love's not Love but hate dressed up
dreamed from low self esteem;

Deserving NO, expecting YES,
expecting punishment,
we dream this out in lives we play
at work, at home-regret;

Tin Man then said inside of me:
"I seem like emptiness
allowing all inside of you
Yet Love inside does bless;

For words do seem to hide the Truth
yet Truth is more than words,
and thoughts you have are littleness
disguising but your worth";

I smiled at Tin Man gently,
in a meadow where we met,
with Tin Man getting rusty
my heart with him was wet;

Work problems seemed to be so small
beside my friend's demise,
yet are we not like Tin Man here
with temporary lives?

And everything important seems,
is nothing lasting, so,
why worry, when it all will end,
our worry too, will go;

So what is left, to think about
if we are heading for,
the place of Love and Happiness,
hiding behind a door;

Just walk right in, to OZ today,
and end your pain, and free
your heart, to glow in holy light,
for Love there, you will Be.

At 4 o clock, time to go home
a day of work-torment...
not like the others in the past
my heart relaxed, not spent;

Alas will this rhyme ever end,
the mind always wants more,
It is a ripple of the thought
that God has shut the door;

So recognize the littleness
is but momentum of,
ten thousand years of wanting,
thinking that we were not Love.

Copyright 2008, Donald Chandonnet