It used to be we’d gather ’round
the Well of Life, as one
A community, come together
to fill up and be nourished
As much by each other’s company
as our thirst was slaked by water
Now, we thirst and hunger more
as if blinded by self-determination
we each attempt to dig our own
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It gives a new meaning
to “holy ground”
All these dry wells
and still we hunger for community
for family…
Spellbound
mouth gaping in awe
We gazed at the beauty
with hearts aching…
from expansion
There on the lip
of complete comprehension
There where tears burst forth
in appreciation
Love and gratitude held us tight
in a grip ecstatic
as our spirits danced on Light
Turtle mused on flowers fancy
“Oh, what a sumptous lunch,” thought he
Then sniffed the air, the perfumed aroma
considered sweet delicacies for free
One step he took in anxious excitement
and another, he took in hyper speed
Perambulating in hurried fashion
to the buffet garden with turtle glee
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Now, you and I might smell the flowers
and enjoy the beauty that we see
Turtle, however, munched them with fervor
and partook of their beauty delightedly
On the beach under the palm
cradled by the warm sand
We listened to constant washing
of the magnificent shore
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On the beech under my palm
cuddled by the warm bark
Bug listened to constant washing
of the hose outside the palm
Vacations both,
a different experience…
There is a never-ending
supply of inspiration
Breathe it in
inhale the sweet perfume of Life
absorb it into every pore, every cell
In the moment of silence
listen to the whispers in the heart
Then exhale into “creativity”
release the flow of sacred breathe
There, in that quiet before inspiration
an infinite opportunity
the grace of gratitude…
