Conscious Work
A labor of Love
their deep conversation
passed gently through
the hours of productive pain
To birth a new understanding
between them
Joyous
conscious work…
A labor of Love
their deep conversation
passed gently through
the hours of productive pain
To birth a new understanding
between them
Joyous
conscious work…
Over the course
of one moment in time
Several epiphanies
sparkle across
the skies of his bright mind
And that’s just the beginning…
Thwarted, shorted,
snagged, and tripped
He finally got the idea
“Gee, maybe I’m
fighting the flow”
So, he let go, surrendered
and rode the current.
“Ah, yes!”
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…
A delicate, even dainty, tea cup
beautiful old style china
with a tiny chip on the lip
Sits on the glass shelf
on display in plain view
Inside a road map
drawn in brown-tiny cracks
and pits and stains
from years of daily use
Navigation through terrain
of heart and tears,
laughter and dreams
When the breeze whispers past
the early morning blossoms
Sweet nothings
tickle my ears
As I contemplate
the immaculate silence