Joy Juice

Gimme some of that
“Joy juice”
That Spirit stuff
that flows throughout
and permeates our Is-ness
I feel it, I know it
when I think of
the Divine…

Jumping Seasons

Spring sneezed
And summer
Jumped right in
To the say the line…
Bless you!

Joyful Synapses

like the goofy video
of somebody’s folks
doing sillies with verve

the joy went viral in me
riding wave after wave
of sympathetic synapses

sparking empathetic aha’s
until I was literally awash
in new ideas
……
though new each time,
it is a classic process
initially sparked by grace 
epiphany

Point of Power

The point of light
that spark resting
between your eyebrows

Sheds understanding
like water off a duck’s back
given any room to shake

The point is…

NOW
I AM

(the Point of Power that is)

Orchestra of Joy

Your body is an instrument
in Spirit’s orchestra
As you tune it,
the healing begins
Sing out all that
you don’t want
Blast it out
with a sound of Joy

Turtle Medicine

In the face of adversity
Turtle pulled into her shell
into the place of safety
This is not a bad thing
it simply is…
just like turtle’s speed
——
Later, the same day
that turtle just stood up
on stilty legs
And started walking
on her journey
Alive and alert
to the gentle breeze
upon the face

The Great Plan

Valued aspects of
a great and intricate plan
They implicated effortlessly
kept appointments on point
for instigations small and grand
======
Creativity’s hope chest
sits askew – its lid awry
All the ideas leaking  out
infusing everyone willy-nilly
without prejudice or rhyme
Suddenly, there are geniuses
on the street corners
of every single mind
And all the clowns are dancing
as the Great Plan
simply unwinds…

Recycled, Re-Used, Re-Purposed

recycled passages
torn from fragile pages
a history in parchment
flaking and handled
over and over
by avid and bored alike
=====
re-used emotions
whispering in the heart
filling gaps of loneliness
tempering in steamy clouds
the raw and capable
instigating choices
=====
re-purposed livelihood
skitters on the frying pan
tickling the temple
exciting like new blood
surging through veins
of loveliness and grace

Finding Joy

The sophisticated climate
in the room with Auntie Mae
prods the rebellious spirits
like squirrels come out to play
It’s the nature of the child
in the company of my aunt
to break free of her stuffiness
and her rules that say, “You can’t”
In a field of possibilities
on the path up to the rise
it’s the squeezy places that inspire
for there, we’re forced to think it twice
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May you find the joy in any challenges today!

Beauty’s Essence

She spins a beauty way
Gossamer threads
or chunky oil rigs
given half a turn
Her nimble fingers twist
preparing a new tapestry
while those who would philosophize
turn only phrases in their heads
———
Every spot is sacred
each moment divine
Her Spinning changes everything
Beauty’s essence in time…