Magical Spirit
Once, when he was young
The day slipped by slowly
Languishing in the corners
His young spirit
Fed by fanciful things
Magic permeated
His being then
The absolute magic
Of simply being alive…
I Am Love
Around and around
Spinning softly as an atom
Or our lovely planet
Divine Love is whole,
Perfect and complete
In fact,
It is all I Am…
Start Your Engines
In the company of the Muse
And a troupe of her affiliates
(or is it her initiates?)
The air vibrates with enthusiasm
Creative epiphanies sparking
In the air like mini-lightning
———-
One session – a jolt from the starter
Revved up for a daytrip of ideas
———-
Regular gatherings
Keep the engines running
On a symbiotic think fuel
And maintained by heart mechanics
Bumbling
Bumble bees
don’t bumble
Have you ever noticed?
They are direct
and to the point
Now Aunt Bea-
she could bumble a bit…
Flying and Angel Stuff
So many things fly to mind
when contemplating
the joys in life
Gratitude grows
exponentially
when exercised
It’s in the exhilarating
dreams of joy
that we ourselves can fly
• • •
Meanwhile…
Angels don’t flit
rather they soar and glide
Mostly
according to some perceptions
angels hover and sing
or something
Did you ever wonder
if there’s angel aerobics?
