Grandmothers

Soul’s Comfort

At the end of the last pathat the end of the last roadOverlooking pristine lakewith deer eyes blinkingat the sinking sunThere where coyote and hawkowl, bear, and cougarcavort and live livesbefitting their speciesThere on that wooded hillabove the lake of dreamsmy soul...

The Gameplan

On top of my gameplanall covered with gritI got so frustratedthat I could just spit The map that I clung towas thrown to the sideas God is the pilotI’m in for the ride The adventure it has meI think I’ll enjoyinstead of controllingor getting annoyed…(Try this one out...

Turn the Phrase

She likes to futzin the kitchen with flavorsand the clean dishIn the garden with ivyand the occasional veggieIn the studio with pen and inkand big brush on canvasAnd, most of all,in the turn of the phrasesand singing heartsongswith the man in her life

Joyous Abandon

With persistence he prevailedIn his quest for dynamic equilibrium While out beyondIdeas of who we are… Our Spirits danceIn joyous abandon

Vocal Spirit

The focal point of his Spiritthe man was vocalin most every regardThe pursuit of astute phrasesbeguiled his appetiteeven in the midst of silenceThe poet’s soul, a local bardand extraneous verbiageA mirror with two sidesMelody runs beneath it

Choice

Choice It is always about choice… Each and every moment…no matter what the circumstanceor physical evidence of truthI choose joy or sorrow...peace or strife Oh, what a blessed variety!

Sing the Light

Everybody! Everybody sings the Light Light is the expression Of a small part Of the spectrum of vibration That is all that is! We are the singers Of the Light An enormous chorus Symphony of Light Everybody…

Silliness and the Dark Side of Joy

Silliness and the Dark Side of Joy

What's half Poobah and half unicorn? It's Cornpoon. The Poobahs over at Playing Around Workshops were commenting back and forth about the poohbah hats of Betty and Wilma Flinstone, and how they wanted hats like that.  I have a full set of horns, so I applied and was...

Freedom Dance

It began in the molten rockArose a rumble from a thrumvibration deep and slowRefined by Spirit’s attentionto a tingling tickling at her surfaceAs dancing feet connectedincited to interpret freedomAs voices allowedsacred sound as songA continuum, a connectiona...

Shiny Joy

Shiny Joy His Spirit shines outlike a bright sun Glorifying his experiencewith the joyful Zen-ness of the day While annealedin the crucible of experience My joy responseis very shiny!