Recycling Self

How common to recycle…

bottle,
cardboard,
can. .

How rare the regard for pleas from…

mind,
heart,
memory,
also wishing to reprocess anew.

To arouse the sleeping heart…

is to thrust its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware,
ensuing musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries,
and affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned.

To revisit memory…

one’s brain offers bygone experience,
wiser tools of perception,
scrambled dog-eared indexes,
cross-referencing fact and fabrication,
allowing waste to fall free,
encouraging truth to persevere.

To sort through mind's many strategies…

discounting some,
discarding others,
dismantling exhausted cogs that advance little

the unknown begging at the door,

is misunderstood by many.

The smothering effect of excess ultimately becomes garbage

How aware those who…

like the winged flights on high
weaving today's nest from yesterday's exhausted remnants,
know well that the destiny of permanence is but to replant

where one’s burnt forest once thrived

ad wishes to flourish once more.

Can anyone deny that Nature knows best the secret of recycling?