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Awakening Sometimes Means Remembering

Awakening Sometimes Means Remembering

Awakening to My History Sometimes, I discover a photo or some other record of something I have created in the past, awakening curiousity. I've happened upon these things and then wondered, "Who did that? I'd like to see more," or "Oh, there it is!!" Other times I...

Eternal Optimist

Ever the optimist always doing the “right” thing   Waiting patiently for the inevitable good ending right outcome   Putting in ever more elbow grease effort unceasing   Dealing with cards dealt finding the lining or at least hints of it   With smile and hope and bits...

What Do You Say?

“Embrace the impossible,” was all that she said Yet like a digging vole it got ensconced within his head So blessings came and went and miracles happened when knees bent Life stretched to encompass experience rich and deep whenever ideas and actions like a fine cup of...

Crucible of Life

Distilled essence emerges when still having gone through the fire   Crucible of life instilled with light heat of passionate emotion   Deep thirst quenched at the eternal spring  spirit's grace   Refreshing , soothing awakened, still

Clever Porpoises

Sailing on the E-moceans with crisp breezes countered by undercurrents of vast feelings   Fastened with instruments ingeniously designed to harness even difficult waves   Enough to catch enormous energy for useful purposes (or porpoises?)   How clever!!!

Time’s Illusion

Across the world in the curl of a smile eyes crinkled and engaged   Sagas sung as ragas going on for ages like bronze or other forensic terms pass by in the single beat of a butterfly wing   That which separates the space between us is the same  as that which supports...

Fabric of Life

  It used to be in days of yore or yesterday, by my count   You could cut the fabric of life in two ways, typical straight or zigzag -  to prevent fraying   Until fancy craft scissors came along in plastic tubs Made in China   • • •   She was cut from a different...

Butterflies

yellow drifters flit and glide rising all around us like powdered earth   poofing warm around bare toes wafting clouds of fertile dirt air close and fragrant rich • • •   meadow embraces puffy clouds peek expansive sky

Humble Be

The plight of the humble me buzzes around like a bumbling insect sharing fertile, fluffy pollen willy-nilly or so it would seem   Sometimes, it sticks eventually bearing right-sized fruit   Other times, it does not Loud and willful barrenness where twigs once...

B A L A N C E

Between        extremes of this or that   A nother          time making the choice         which feels cleanest, most natural   L oving           it all unconditionallly          In harmony and forgiveness          without judgement   A ligned           with intention...