Mint Julep

There are places on earth - and higher! A
higher with no earth space - a kind of sky;
Never is it a heaven. A heaven is not that
close to truth. And there will never be a
hell high enough (suffice it for earth to say).

This is a place where gods and goddesses play. And
this happens every day whenever you would be
there by wiggling your mind for respite
of a today - as if sifting away from
brash dissonence of recalcitrant brass.

Lay your body aside. Close your eyes. Now
tune with your wits and glide away
from your mind to a mint julip
frosted for a special soul enwant of
rest from writhing through the mire of
earth's primitive burlesque.

Now. Here we are. Harmony with a blink
of a peaceful smile.

Here.
Where Aphrodite inspired to
speak love on a universe;
Where Paris mellowed his powerful youth;
Where Apollo raised his wisdom wiser;
Where Athena, a goddess of peace, made
peace a serenity;

Here.
Above all emotion but where emotion could be
created;
And the gods and goddesses were well fond of
creating:

A god in apathy is a great apathy to see. And a god
a victim of bruising a goddess' vanity is a
gargantuan victim indeed.
Wounded under her tears of tempestuous darts,
he would snap-to his wits to yawn at her
tiring kaleidoscope lark, then tickle her
with such interesting thoughts it would
entice her to again play enough creations
to laugh away what had transpired and
to seek and find another sky higher:

Lay your game aside. Open soul-wide. Now
tune with your wits, glide away from
your mind...