Fruit flies are the vultures
of the insect world
keeping the cycle turning
Every part of the wheel
is sacred…
Once upon a time
I thought that I had to
figure everything out
and understand it
Now, I know that I know
without all the fancy words
I am…
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)
A crystal
clear and whole
Contains a simple beauty
a microcosmic piece
of all that is, a jewel of God
And, so do you…
When we raise our voices together
in harmoniousness
or some facsimile thereof
making joyousness, we align hearts
When we all face North
(or East or South or West)
Moving together as one
In a line dance of longing
and gratitude, calling the Divine
we align our spiritual focus
When we sit together in silence
open receptacles ready and waiting
synergistic energy arises
as we align body, mind, and soul
With butterflies inside
heart up in the throat
She climbed up 4 stories
on steep, slippery shakes
Shaking in her tennis
quaking in her resolve
Still, she stayed to close up
the peak – the very top
Birds singing all the while
soft breezes blowing in a storm
“She changes everything touches…
and everything She touches changes…”
Scurrying like a rabbit
up through fairy-lit mountain passes
rain and wind and trees dancing
The rainbow got more brilliant
with attention doubled
interacting traveling, too
And, as an exclamation point
lightening struck right through
the middle of the colors
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In a circle of friends, wild hair flying
arms entwined as they communed
their voices rang out
A cacophony in unison
and the world shifted
in the blink of a miracle