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 cloth
some edges ripped or torn along the way
some cut with fancy scissors curlicued
while others frayed
Wrinkled in time
yet, time itself cut straight through
leaving her meanderings in but a moment
Her days spent as they started
gone before they blossomed
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
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 sprouting die
Apparent patterns shimmer
among the dappled sunlight
shadows play in humility
ever dancing past the music’s end…
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
for highest good
N urturing
acceptance and self-care
C entered
in Being, doing from center
E volving
with compassion and consciousness
It’s so big, it’s so good
I stretch to contain it
until my heart feels it
could burst
Then, I realize as
open up my real eyes
I can swim in it
I can be full of it
Permeated with all good
with only a thin skin
of personality
of me-ness within all-ness
It’s all so very luxuriously
one good – big good
