Once, there was a little worm
who thought he could climb
to the top of the tallest tree.
So he did.
The view was incredible,
from his little worm perspective,
even though the tree
overlooked the junkyard.
Wormy gorgeous!
Worm was filled with gratitude.
Like moths in the twilight
the aspen leaves quiver
to hear the whisper
of our loving thoughts
of gratitude
blown on our breath
to true source
We are so blessed
to live …
Too many times on bated breath,
the waiting extended
beyond that thought possible
to endure the ecstasy —
a moment’s awareness,
spread like a quilt,
blanketing eons…
A flash, a light,
an epiphany — Ah Hah!
And, once again for infinity.
Over in the meadow,
horse with an attitude
dances in the crisp light,
tossing her mane
with a snort and a stomp,
out for a brisk romp.
I, in my room here,
watch from afar
yet my spirit swells,
Mustang heart.
