Icons

I have a Quibble
with the Caretakers of
Icons,

Mostly Men
Who have Sworn
Allegiance

to a Paradigm of
The Creator of
All That Is

That Is Dead
Serious and
Snow Bearded.

Dark Robed,
Carrying an
Armload of Law Books and
Karmic Records, with
Sentencing Recommendations
Based on Stone Tablets
Hewed from
Mountaintop Granite.

Ask Your Self
What Brings You
Light and Laughter,
Heart Melting
Open Mouth
Jaw Stretching
Joy,

Love Lines Etched
Into Your Cheeks
by Grins
Greedy with Desire
to Wrap Your Self
Around
Your Child or
Your Bodacious Beloved or
Your Furry Four Pawed
Forever Friend.

Perhaps the Icon
for the Creator of
All That

Is
More Like
Lucille Ball than a
Bearded Buddha.