Dedicated to my younger brother; to two of my inner children, Little Paulie and Big Paulie; and to all lovers and seekers of missing and wounded parts.
Once upon a time, in Love’s land of rhymes,
There lived a Caring Prince, whose care was very rich.
His Big Brother, his friend, would always Bro defend,
And slay the dragons fierce, when they Little Prince pierced.
The Big Prince was Hero, for Little Prince’s Soul.
Handsome, smart and strong; he rode far to right wrongs.
For damsels in distress, would yell: “Please help!” to Prince;
And oft he’d ride to win, hand fought the Black Knight’s sin.
But sometimes in the mirror, when rhyming times were clearer;
The armor that he saw, was darker black’s appall.
“How could it be that I, am cowed by Seeing’s eye?
The armor that I wear, does harm my war for care.”
So Big Prince rode back home, for war’s attacking Son;
Had to consult with Bro, with little caring Soul.
Little Bro’d waited there, at home with hated care.
Emotional he was. Devotional because
He missed their connection, and bliss from reflection
When Big Brother and Small, had hugged and loved so tall.
On shoulders Bro had rode, protected from all foes;
Until there came the day, those shoulders rode away.
The Little Prince became, convinced of bitter shame.
Because from Big Brother, he saw little love there.
Prince waited for the day, with baited breath to play
With Big Brother, Hero; like before Love did go.
He always lit a Light, to light fright’s scary night;
And honor Hero’s name, to help his war with shame.
For many, many years; in darkest, darkness tears;
In scary, scary fright; Little Prince lit the Light.
For he refused to die, from abuse or the lies.
He kept his little Light, and wept from bitter fright.
Until he thought one day, perhaps he ought to say:
“I think it’s time to leave, this shrinking from Believe.
I’ll ride out from the dark, this hiding Son who’s parked,
And find my shining Prince, whose mind I pined and missed.”
And so he crept along. His small, scared Soul kept strong
From all the dangers in, the Law of Anger’s sin.
His little caring Soul, was not prepared to Know.
And so he made mistakes, when judgement’s blade did take.
He fought the best he could, but not confess he should
Then learn to learn so that, he could burn Love’s attack.
Meanwhile in the castle, back now from war’s hassle
The Big Prince had returned, and found the candles burned.
He was overwhelmed, by all the Love he’d shelved
In fighting damsel wars, in righting man’s horrors.
And what was even worse, as if Magician’s Curse
Could slay, he found that home; that day sounded like tomb.
For Little Bro was gone! His little Soul and song
Had vanished in thin air. Sad banished was his care.
So Big Brother fell down, for his loved Bro's lost sound
Was no-where to be heard. No caring shared or stirred.
He started then to cry, his heart broken replies
To all those candles’ lights, to all those darkest nights.
His cries were so intense, Mind and Soul of Big Prince
Could see he had a Heart, like Little Prince’s part.
And so he found a way, from loneliness to slay
The dragon that had cowed, and burned way to Allow.
Although he was a Knight, whose Soul controlled the fright;
He felt his feelings clear, melted by bitter tears.
He overcame his shame, and Love became his name.
He lit some candles too, like Little Bro he slew.
Out in the forest there, was Little Prince who cared.
Coming upon crossroads; accost by choice, he slowed.
“Whatever will I do?” said little, loving fool.
“I must make a judgement, and trust in fate that’s sent.”
He saw that making choice, from claws and quaking voice
Of lions and the bears, for Why’s beyond the care;
Could life and limb preserve, should strife blind undeserved.
Right then he realized why, Big Prince had knowledge high.
Big Prince’s learning efforts, weren’t to burn and desert.
He hadn’t abandoned, care’s Little Prince to shun.
So Little Bro realized, his caring Soul chastised,
That he must struggle too, not just be Snuggling Fool.
Then Little Prince got smart; when since, beyond just heart;
He learned which way to go. Discernment saying so.
He learned to tell the signs, of burning Hell’s designs;
And could see difference, ‘tween Light and dragon’s breath.
One day upon a hill, he played with his new skill.
Looking there far away, he shook from caring’s way.
For at horizon’s shore, at castle’s blazing door;
The largest candle’s Light, stood stark in fellow’s sight.
The candle was so great, Light handled his Soul’s hate.
He knew right off the bat, and flew from fright’s attack.
He ran home breathlessly. The Light so luminous seen;
It guided him along, confiding Light’s love song.
Which welled up deep inside, and yelled Love’s weeping cry.
Love that he thought was lost, was not! He wasn’t tossed!
Big Brother was at home, with Love the Light had shown!
“I’m coming Brother, friend; my lover who defends!”
His shout rang through the hills. Echoes rang too until
Big Brother heard their sound. His love stirred ‘till the ground
Rushed up to meet his knees; with crushed, defeated grieves;
His prayers had then been heard, as funeral pyre burned.
After not very long, laughter and every song
Rang through the kingdom wide; sang knowing, caring’s cry.
The brothers danced around, loving Love’s sacred ground.
They held each hand in hand. Melded they understand
That each had to become, what impeached other shunned.
The Hero now had Heart, a caring lad’s love part.
And Caring Prince also, could share convincing’s goal.
He found that he could find, bountiful life with Mind.
They needn’t split apart,
And bleed lost Mind or Heart.
But could become one whole.
Love’s food coming from Soul.
Blinded Parts of Mind & Heart
by Loveson G. Flower
Wednesday, 12:30 PM, June 2, 1999
at Hobbies, Palo Alto
Photos of Rob Browne's sculptures, "Brothers" and "Bummer," by Loveson G. Flower
