Silence
Sailing through silent watersbreezes tickling haircaressing face gentlyExhultant musicrising from the chestbursting with joy---------------------------Gliding through silent blue skystillness and magicenvelops the moment---------------------------Riding softly through...
Outside Looking In
I could see the spotsthrough the stripesThe stripes of visibilitythrough the fencingCurious face with blue tongueturning to look at meHidden behind the fencehovering way overheadspots of Life"Hello there", we said...
Go Home
Walking down the streetin a cement cityno trees in sightOnly a three foot squareof shaved grassthe greening part----------------------------Crow dive bombs my headscreeching with aplomb----------------------------Go back.. Go back home!
Fluttering…
Stepping off the ledgethe fledgling flutteredAnd sputtered and flewinto his new lifeOf soaring on the breezesin joy
Morning for a Change
Oblique light of dawnSpotlightsTulip festooned branchesbejeweled with sparkling dew----------------------------------Birds have been awakefor hoursTwittering and whistlingmaking their remarks---------------------------------Still, my mind...Full, my heart...
Rhythm of the Day
Fully in syncwith the rhythm of the dayHe flowed through the activitieson a joyous cloud of excitementRiding the thrill that used to be called fear
Moving into Thrive
Today, I am singing praises for artists like Melissa Dinwiddie at the Thriving Artists Project who seem to have dedicated themselves to changing the world with courageous impetus. Even more than that, they are sharing the thought processes behind their hutzpah. I...
The Story
The story goes without movingtakes us on a journeythrough time and spacewithout ever leaving our seatAnd when it is completeour bodies believe we've beenin spite of the cricks and stiffnessdue to lack of actual movementTime to step out of the storyand go for a walk
Story
How is what I say any differentfrom what you say or she says or he says?It is but thought describedin word or deed or imagea photograph, if you willof a moment in timeand by the time it is expressedit is a solid bit of evidenceno longer in the now momentexcept as this...
Mad Dog
Mad dog barkingat the gateReady to burst freerush past implements of reasonEnter the wilderness in feral abandonSink toes in mudand staunch the wild stormrunning with the wind...So, where's your mad dog at the moment?