All the fella’s are busy
working the pile…
Let’s face it
it’s been winter, soggy and wet
chilly and dark
And still each new offering
has been plentiful and juicy
So, the fella’s are busy
wearing no hard hats
Yet many all feisty
with armored backs
Turning out rich soil
from the leaves that are stacked
In the mud
toes oozing with gobs of it
they sat encased in it
All about the serious BUSINESS
of caking it and making it
into pies and mad makeup
Or doing scientific experiments
on the ooze factor
Cool mud…hot days
Aaaahhh!
I dreamed I was giving birth
this ancient body fecund
With possibilities and galaxies
endless in their beauty
And here in this instant
stars and moons
lovely planets escaped my womb
And the cry of infinite life
pierced the wind-screaming
A call of blessing
Sailing through silent waters
breezes tickling hair
caressing face gently
Exhultant music
rising from the chest
bursting with joy
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Gliding through silent blue sky
stillness and magic
envelops the moment
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Riding softly through the silence
peace, love, joy, bliss within
centers the day
