The focal point of his Spirit
the man was vocal
in most every regard
The pursuit of astute phrases
beguiled his appetite
even in the midst of silence
The poet’s soul, a local bard
and extraneous verbiage
A mirror with two sides
Melody runs beneath it
Choice
It is always about choice…
Each and every moment…
no matter what the circumstance
or physical evidence of truth
I choose joy or sorrow
…peace or strife
Oh, what a blessed variety!
Everybody!
Everybody sings the Light
Light is the expression
Of a small part
Of the spectrum of vibration
That is all that is!
We are the singers
Of the Light
An enormous chorus
Symphony of Light
Everybody…
It began in the molten rock
Arose a rumble from a thrum
vibration deep and slow
Refined by Spirit’s attention
to a tingling tickling at her surface
As dancing feet connected
incited to interpret freedom
As voices allowed
sacred sound as song
A continuum, a connection
a refinement of expression
rising out from the Earth
Shiny Joy
His Spirit shines out
like a bright sun
Glorifying his experience
with the joyful Zen-ness of the day
While annealed
in the crucible of experience
My joy response
is very shiny!
