on the surface of our mother
in the cities built by man
many times it is so easy
to forget from whence we came
though the voices whisper
in our inner ear at times
when the silence helps us hear
urgings so sublime
yet the honks and sirens blowing
and the rush of day to day
may detour our awareness
keep quiet guidance at bay
so this mothers day I’m suggesting
take a moment to check in
feel the earth and all creation
and then earnestly within
The walkers walked
in the crisp of morning
birds barely awake
hush of night lingering
exhilarated
awakening
On bright windy days
cats hiding out
ruffled fur hunkering
stirred
exciting
In the warm caress of evening
dogs on their leashes
busy days settling
consoled
relaxing
Under moon and stars
owls silent in flight
the world is sleeping
hushed
dreaming
“Out beyond ideas of right and
wrong — there is a field…”
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in the field of infinite possibilities
where probable sprouts
and flourishes
nourished by sun and rain
wind and worm
the deer danced
as we sang our visions
our truth
our life
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“I’ll meet you there.”
Running up the tree
like a bear or even a monkey
I used the momentum
to propel me to the heights
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There’s not much else like
swaying in the treetop
breezes flickering the hair
the whole world wavering
riding the windsailing branch
carrying me towards my horizon
lift my wing nubs
skipping like squirrel
down branched highways
Joyous life
Geraniums
cheerful and lavish
blossoms of red and pink
white and red orange
explode
after gray days of rain
the heady aroma
awakens images of comfort
in grandmother’s garden
Bless the grace
called geranium