By Raina X. MacAllister  

Why do I?

No, why do They?

Why does Anyone, Anything, do?

Not a specific thing to do, but instead just to Do.

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

How do They?

How can They?

It seems impossible to Do, so how do They, with little effort, do these impossible tasks of Fully Being?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

What are They?

The impossible question, only answered by those who are Fully, but are unable to give the answer freely, as They would no longer be Fully, but instead just be, and who would want to give up being Fully for just being? I know not you or I. 

They are, in full, simple beings under the control of their superior minds, the fuel to keep them alive and well, but what are the minds?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

Where are They?

A question never answered, for what is a person but an illusion, and

If so, They are neither Here nor There, whether referring to their consciousness or their physical form, so it is impossible to define a being by showing where They are or where They are from, isn’t it?  

Then what is race or background but an illusion to hide truth behind a thick web of fake ideas and lies?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

When are They?

A lonely question for a lonely person in a lonely reality, wondering when Someone will arrive, but when will They arrive, if They ever do?

And maybe They will never arrive, in which case you wonder when They would have arrived.

Foe or friend, everyone is Then and There, but also Here, so you cannot tell when someone is mentally, yes, but also physically, and maybe everything is an illusion, so how can you tell what to trust?

A void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

 

Who? 

Who is Anyone but a Glimmer of Light against the Shadow of Life?

They are nothing other than illusions created for us by some Otherworldly Creature for our delight, entertainment, sorrow, despair, interest, and boredom, are They not?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

But if there is anything anyone is to Know Truly, it is that lonely souls filled with their voids can find fellow lonely souls, and create an unexpected Friendship like a flower blooming in December. 

Loneliness can be a sorrowful burden to carry, true, but it can also be a surprising light to lead the way through the path to Friendship, a light of its own, and then will come the time to say a blissful goodbye to the helpful light of Loneliness, and begin to enjoy the wonders of companionship. 

Raina MacAllister, April 30 

Buds.

Sweet, cute

Charming 

Buds.

See one,

A little

Mostly green 

Shell.

Look at it, 

That tiny bit

Of 

Bee-drawing

Pollen.

Watch it.

It is almost like you can see it 

Growing,

Up, 

Up,

Up into a higher

State of being,

A better

Reality for 

This tiny

Foresty 

Bud.

It seems so frail and 

Unimportant now,

But in a few years,

Its 

Descendants

Will cover

And make the

Forest,

Glade,

Pond,

Hill,

Mountain,

Wherever you are,

More magical

Than ever

Thought to

Be.

Now,

The next time you 

Look at a tiny 

Green 

bud, 

You will see its

Importance,

Its strength,

Its passion,

Its love for life,

Its ability to spread,

And most of all,

Its ability to learn from it’s 

predecessors,

And grow beyond anything

Expected.

Never underestimate the power

Of these now tiny,

Uneventful,

Boring,

Buds.

Soon

They will be

In a 

New,

Very important,

Exciting,

Metamorphosis.

Its new form 

Will dazzle

And shine

It will glow in the evening

And brighten the morning,

And at midday,

It will be the 

Most beautiful

Object in the 

Forest. 

And bedazzle

It.

The sparkle

Of the world’s forest-made

Outfit.

What is this

Bud’s wonderful 

Higher state

Of being?

Its metamorphosis,

The form that amazes?

It is... 

A blooming,

Wonderful,

Unbeatably magical 

Flower.

Raina MacAllister, 

5/22/2020 

Them. 

The people. 

Not African, 

Not Chinese, 

Not Japanese, 

Not Australian, 

Not Icelandic, 

Mexican, 

Nor anything else. 

Just 

The people. 

You may know who 

These people are, for 

You 

Yourself are 

One of them. 

You are not 

Specifically 

Anything,

Instead a 

Beautiful 

Combination of all. 

You may 

Have realized 

Who you are 

By now 

With these clues, 

Or you may not have. 

Who knows? 

Maybe I am 

Babbling and 

You should 

Not 

Trust me, 

Maybe you should. 

Whenever 

You have been there 

You will know 

That you 

Are now 

This. 

It is 

Not 

A disease, 

And others cannot 

Catch it 

Unless they have 

Been here. 

You are American, 

Not by much if 

You have only 

Been there 

Once, 

But purely 

If 

You live there. 

If you do, 

Then you are 

Completely 

American, 

Through and through. 

Your American 

Heritage 

May not be 

Very 

Important to 

Others, 

But it is 

Important, 

And you 

Must know this 

To be 

American. 

Know this, 

And you are 

Already more powerful. 

Know this, 

And you 

Are 

Wonderfully 

Amazing.

Raina MacAllister,

Note: Creation in Zoom meeting, Chat to “Everyone”,  5/29/2020

From the

Ancient oak

To the

Wavy willow,

The sharp-leaved pines

To the

Giant Califorrnian redwoods.

Some changing with the seasons,

The evergreens do not.

But how do they do this without losing their leaves?

The change of temperature

Not bothering

These 

Extraordinary

Trees.

Their wonderfully

Tiny leaves.

Are they

One

Leaf,

Or are they tiny,

Grasslike,

Long leaves?

Mysterious.

These amazing

Trees.

Thought of only being up north.

But,

With their

Seemingly

Immunity

To cold and warm,

You think back 

To part of 

Florida.

The Everglades.

Masses of trees,

Mud,

And water.

But what types of trees?

Oaks,

Willows,

Pines,

And most other common American

Trees.

If so,

What of the

Amazing

Evergreen trees?

They adapt and change,

Adjusting to

The world

Around them.

These trees,

So wonderful,

Inhumanely 

Adaptable and 

Beautiful.

Nature’s

Always-changing

Magical,

Forever-green

Trees.

Raina MacAllister,

5/22/2020-5/28/2020

Perler beads

Bright, colorful,

Tiny 

Little rainbow

Of 

Shining 

Tiny, beads

But what about a perler bead 

Existence?

A being 

Fully made

Of 

Bright, colorful

Tiny 

The beads

In someone

How?

To have

Such a 

Large amount

Of ideas and 

Parts 

Not in the literal

Sense, 

But parts of your identity,

Your

Entire being

As the entire pegboard,

And each peg filled with

A different

Part of you,

Filled

With 

Thousands,

Millions,

Even billions

Of ideas and

Memories,

People and

Objects.

And most 

Importantly,

The most important 

Thing 

In the

World.

Thoughts.

All of these things 

In this pegboard being.

Each one

With a respective list 

Of 

Specifications.

Think about

This idea for

A while.

Then reflect on 

Yourself.

If you look

Close enough,

You

Will find something.

Something you didn’t know

About.

For indeed,

All beings

Are pegboard beings.

You just

Need to find that hidden pegboard inside of you.

Maybe

Your mind says one thing 

When your 

Body says another.

If so,

Delve deep into the 

Wonderful identity

Of yours.

Maybe you were 

Listening to 

The wrong voice,

And a different

One, 

The one you should

Agree with,

Also lives

Inside your head. 

Then the question should be an easy one to answer.

Do I go with

What

My mind thinks

Or what my mind and my body

Thinks?

Your body may very well

Know better 

Then your mind.

Raina MacAllister

5/22/2020 

Up, it will grow leaves.

Up, it will now get stronger.

Up, almost adult.

Up, it is taller.

Up, it’s even larger now.

Up, it’s almost tall.

Up, it’s still going.

Up, it is fairly tall now.

Up, it is now tall.

Up, it’s still going,

Up, soaring above others,

Up, it is so tall.

Up, passes small trees.

Up, it is very large now.

Up, to the sunlight.

Up, it's ginormous.

Up, it soars above people.

Up, and it still goes.

Up, embrace the mighty world.

Up, it won’t stop now.

Up, the treetops near.

Up, it has gotten so tall,

Up, far from the ground.

Up, when will it stop?

Up, it feels it needs not to.

Up, it’s so stubborn.

Up, at the treetops.

Up, watch the world around it.

Up, everything’s small.

Up, it is so strong.

Up, so many wondrous leaves.

Up, it withstands much.

Up, people climb it.

Up, they cannot reach the top.

Up, it fares all damage.

Up, winter fights.

Up, it still will withstand it.

Up, winter recedes,

Up, above most all.

Up, reaching for the bright sun.

Up, never stopping.

Up, wonderfully.

Up, what is this magic plant?

Up, a tree is what.

Raina MacAllister, June 2-3

From the safety of the hay stacked up by 

The barn

A young piglet 

Watches 

The hogs eating their slop    

Some cuter,

Some uglier.

The young piglet watches in a mixture of disgust,

Admiration,

And possibly 

Sadness

He knows he will

Grow,

Up until he is large and round 

Like

The other pigs.

But he may not

Want to grow to something

Like that

Awful creature,

Sniffling and snorting,

A disgusting mixture of sweat, 

Meat, and hair.

He has been told

That all of the largest

Pigs and boars

Were eaten first,

While the weaker

Smaller pigs were eaten only when the

Larger ones had run out.

He has made a 

Decision.

He will not eat most of his share of food,

But instead give it to the ones even 

Smaller  

Than him.

So he will be the smallest

Pig of all.

The piglet 

Thinks all of these things

During the time the other pigs eat.

He knows he shouldn’t, 

But he almost reaches out and stabs

A banana peel
with his small,
pronged
hoof.

How ironic.

Only when he has resolved to not eat does 

He have the urge to

Steal

Food that does not belong to him.

How foolhardy.

He must be more careful in the future.

Raina MacAllister, Age 10

5/16/2020

Her on

The day her father 

Went missing,

Never to be

Seen

Again,

Was from a 

Mysterious

Young sailor. 

That night,

He had

Claimed he 

Had more

Money than the 

Wealthiest

Dragon

Ever.

This

Was the

Lad

Who Had given it 

To her,

As she had

Dazzled the room

In her finest

Dresses and

Sparkling Gems.

These were 

things she 

Could 

Barely

Scrap together, 

And most

Of them

She had made

Herself.

Nevertheless,

He thought

Her 

Wealthy,

And the circlet,

Delicately

Placed

On her 

Head,

Became

Hers.

Come to me endlessly

Inside my brain

Spouting sadness and ecstasy

Only I can hear them

Can’t help where their heading me,

Don’t know what’s happening

Still coming readily

I need to stop the flow 

How can I do it?

The force is too powerful

Almost electric.

I’m down to one choice

But it may be the end of me.

Same will happen if not

Fight back against this entity.

I know this is my last option.

Maybe I can do it.

But I know it won’t work for me.

So why, why continue?

If only I could stop it

I can’t find other ways

Please, something come to me

Can’t follow the masses

There’s got to be something

That will help me solve this

I know that it’s somewhere

Almost at the ending.

Others also coming

They don’t look defenseless

Neutral, almost joyous

Why don’t they want vengeance?

For taking away

All of our good senses

So we need to stop this

I think I can help it…

 

I know this is my last option.

Maybe I can do it.

And I know it might work for me.

Why, why continue?

I’ve been doing it this way

Maybe there’s another.

Don’t do it violently

Patiently take cover.

Be calm and be learned.

Don’t get mad at others

You know you can do this

I can’t be too positive.

It looks like it’s stopping 

I can see a new ending.

We all go as equals 

I need to reset this.

Communicate softly

Don’t show bad emotions

It’s finally finished.

Back to where I was headed.

I used another, new option

And I also did this.

Then it also worked for me.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.