Frogs of A kind

Summary

Frogs of a Kind explores belonging, mortality, and human connection at hiveaid.org—poetic reflections on life, love, resilience, and the search for meaning.

Frogs of a kind. Frogs are jumping into the pond because that is a part of their native habitat. But where does a particular frog jump when he has no native habitat and no sense of belonging to anything?

Human companionship is an essential element of being human. Her voice sounds like living music singing into warmly receiving ears. Her touch is a refreshing sensation to a receptive body.

The beasts are roaming wild throughout the landscape. They are seeking to foul everything they come into contact with, spreading much filthiness. The lame duck is wallowing in a slimy ooze of self-pity. The self-satisfied are glued to their cellphones. They are completely oblivious to the dark threatening clouds that are about to engulf them.

There is this undefined someone who is afraid of death. Yet, this person is not afraid of dying. He died at the instant of his conception. He has been carousing about in a state of animated lifelessness from then even to now.

The glint in her eyes is energizing, reassuring, and embedded with confidence. The common man dreams of her while the lavish takes her for granted and is even prone to abuse her.

In the wind, there is a stillness blowing that has no distinctive form nor fashion. It blows without sound and it disturbs nothing as it sweeps along.

In the wind, the sounds of croaking frogs are muted. The frogs croak loudly, overpowering other sounds. The irritating whimpers of a lame duck echo as it weeps all over itself for itself.

A penny is offered for a thought that is not worth even one millionth of a penny. This is the price paid to inanimate human objects. They burrow themselves into holes and judge the righteous by their pathetic standards.

There is no place like a soft, warm woman’s body held snuggle within an adoring man’s arms. Her voice transmitted creative frequencies. These frequencies formed all the elements of the cosmos. She spoke the words of life into the empty vastness.

And then there were two. In all the world, there are no others like unto these two. They endure both joy and despair with graciousness. They face challenges with confidence and thanksgiving.

Frogs are jumping from lily pad to lily pad that is floating atop the pure fresh waters of loveliness. But where does a particular frog jump when the ground is parched and covered with thorns and scrub brush?

No one wants to be alone. Yet, sometimes it is better for a person to be alone. This is true if that person makes no sense out of good sense. Additionally, they transform limitations into weaknesses.

Savages have entered the gates of the city and are raping and looting it lavishly. The disjointed mind is collapsing unto itself under its own weight. The frog that is afraid to learn how to swim is sitting on the shoreline watching its friends enjoy themselves.

She is the right one and not the one who turns light into shadows and peace into conflicts. He is comfortable and at ease in her company. He carries the sweet fragrance of her heart with him wherever he goes.