The Joys of Getting Clear
Sometimes I would prefer initially to avoid conflict of any kind. I've had this concept of me always being "nice," and I thought that was a good thing for many years. Lately, in the last several years, however, I have discovered there can be great joy in constructive...
Gratitude
Formerly knownas the dark cloudThe negative thinkingis quickly dispelled these dayswith acknowledgement of gratitudesYes, it’s all greatand I am grateful
Human Hearts
Far off in a landdistant and strangein a time long forgottenthere were peoplewho had lives of experienceand emotions much like oursThe human experienceHearts of love
Spirit Tree
Roots spread wide and deepcommunity sprung upa strong tree with thick branchesLet us sing in the shadeof the ever dancing leaves Let us rise up and move as onein the varied winds of changeLet us be a blessingbearing fruitfor all our sustenance
Richness of Rose Petals
Tender thoughtsfragile with newnessand unfamiliaritydropped like rose petalson the shelf of fertile consciousnessUnwasted – only spentthis go aroundadding richness to the momentdepth to the psychePotpourri of fodderNew blooms every season…
The Rains Came
It was dry and browncold to the bones chilledEveryone chapped and uneasyAnd then the rains cameThe plants perked upeven amidst grey and soggyTrees flexed with wintry breezesSquirrels bundled upin fluffed up fur And old dried tearswere washed awaywhen the rains...
Little Bird
Little Bird Little bird sits in the South East quadrant of my circle. Little birds naturally sing joyously all day long for the pure joy of it, in full bodied gratitude for the gift of life. Rejoicing in life fully, little bird blesses us with the song of Spirit. Any...
Joy of Compassion
Sorrowful joy of compassionwells up like a bursting flowerA flaming soul cleansegrace in actionwashes my cheeksFlash springs of hot tearsfollow their rutted pathto settle peacefullyin the pond of my heart
Rumblin’
Rumbly rumblysomething’s grumblyall topsy-tumblyAnd little bug rolls upas very tight as he canto hide himselfto ride the storm---------------------------------If only good instinctswere always based on true perceptionsrather than skewedby assumed and partial onesOh,...
Inspired Compassion
Wandering thoughtfully'midst the wilderness of Spiritwrapped in cloaks of reasonin times of discontentThere came the momentof inspired compassionIt bent the sensesjust a tweak or twountil dialed into radianceat the cracking of a smile