Steeped in a bath
of Spirit stuff —-
full flavor
awakening and expanding
like her favorite tea,
she flowered and blossomed,
even more than when a bush,
more fully with every bit
of her being.
–Always loved baths.
UrchinsSignificant urchins
streaming through
my mind
scratching and tickling
as urchins do.
“Won’t they stop?”
No never, except perhaps
for a sip of fresh made
lemonade occasionally.
Overflowing with soft
exuberance
and filled at center
by Spirit’s light,
ten thousand times,
they made the distance
from head to heart and
became a beacon into night.
When all the circle
joins the laughing
then let the new dance begin
yet once again
Into the desolate places
of my life
Where no stinky bug
dared to tread,
No spiders set up web
and where only the crevices
carved by tears
bore evidence of green life
— into those desolate places
of my psyche —
there flew a hummingbird
hovering before my face
and awakening my heart
