Joy Juice
Gimme some of that“Joy juice”That Spirit stuffthat flows throughoutand permeates our Is-nessI feel it, I know itwhen I think ofthe Divine…
Jumping Seasons
Spring sneezedAnd summerJumped right inTo the say the line…Bless you!
Joyful Synapses
like the goofy videoof somebody's folksdoing sillies with vervethe joy went viral in meriding wave after waveof sympathetic synapsessparking empathetic aha'suntil I was literally awashin new ideas......though new each time,it is a classic processinitially...
Point of Power
The point of lightthat spark restingbetween your eyebrowsSheds understandinglike water off a duck's backgiven any room to shakeThe point is...NOWI AM(the Point of Power that is)
Orchestra of Joy
Your body is an instrumentin Spirit’s orchestraAs you tune it,the healing beginsSing out all thatyou don’t wantBlast it outwith a sound of Joy
Turtle Medicine
In the face of adversityTurtle pulled into her shellinto the place of safetyThis is not a bad thingit simply is…just like turtle’s speed------Later, the same daythat turtle just stood upon stilty legsAnd started walkingon her journeyAlive and alertto the gentle...
The Great Plan
Valued aspects ofa great and intricate planThey implicated effortlesslykept appointments on pointfor instigations small and grand======Creativity’s hope chestsits askew – its lid awryAll the ideas leaking outinfusing everyone willy-nillywithout prejudice or...
Recycled, Re-Used, Re-Purposed
recycled passagestorn from fragile pagesa history in parchmentflaking and handledover and overby avid and bored alike=====re-used emotionswhispering in the heartfilling gaps of lonelinesstempering in steamy cloudsthe raw and capableinstigating choices=====re-purposed...
Finding Joy
The sophisticated climatein the room with Auntie Maeprods the rebellious spiritslike squirrels come out to playIt’s the nature of the childin the company of my auntto break free of her stuffinessand her rules that say, “You can’t”In a field of possibilitieson the path...
Beauty’s Essence
She spins a beauty wayGossamer threadsor chunky oil rigsgiven half a turnHer nimble fingers twistpreparing a new tapestrywhile those who would philosophizeturn only phrases in their heads---------Every spot is sacredeach moment divineHer Spinning changes...