Back in the days
when I was young
still in school – still at home
She was there for me
she kept the home
of my aching heart
Holding space for
my dreams to breathe
doing all she could
to keep me safe and free
being the best she could be
Today, this day, I honor her
gratitudes and memories
wrapped in love
Giving thanks with
hugs of thought
tears and smiles entwined
An acre of paisley bushes
arranged since planting
in concentric circles and spirals
and other configurements
• • •
Entering the fantasy landscape
disfigured by misapplied thoughts
I can get lost in the maze
of twisty, turny constructs
• • •
And so, and thusly, I close my eyes
breathe deeply into my spine
rise above my own little thinking
To observe the beauty of complexity
from the distance of peace within
With broad colorful brushstrokes
and strong, yet slender, lines
he painted a new portrait
on the canvas of his life
Woven on strings plucked
and strummed chords
vocal chords guided by the poet’s voice
• • •
Oh, the joy, the exhilaration
stepping into the bigger picture
wearing the troubadour’s coat
following the Muse in the heart
Our greatest happiness
is in the field of possibility
rather than the
shelter of certainty
I am certain of
my love of Spirit
and joyous about
the possibilities of life…
Once through the knothole
the Sun shines brighter
the bird song is sweeter
The grass is greener
in my own yard
and all around
Like squirrel munching
on the fading magnolia blossoms
I’m dining on the soul food
The blossoms of my own new history
soaking up renewed light
awakened in the joyous heart
