Spiral Dance
The spiral of our soul’s path
Takes us ever nearer the center
The one, the All we never left
My life is a series
Of circumstances
On the spiral dance
We call Time…
Wild Heart
He was qualified
to boast with his chest
his throat opened wide
As he called forth the Wildman
Like fire through the veins
With a voice so authentic
it shook the veils between realities
And landed gently
on the cracked open heart
Energy in Motion
Emotion overtook
like an insistent force of Nature
Whipping the hair around
banging on pots and pans
in a blustery outburst
• • •
It would be work, they say
and so it is true
as the gut hurt
as emotions flew
And, afterwards, in the wake
as peace overcame
and all wiped clean
crisp after the blessed storm
Peace Troubadour
** Dedicated to Pete Seeger, Truth Warrior and Peace Seeker **
Ever and always the wise elder
the troubadour of peace
awoke freedom in our hearts
and brightness in our steps
Whirling in rhyme friendly
and weaving words of wisdom
he led multitudes
in a dance of dignity
Simple truth was his diet
Peace fell from his fingertips
and I know that he is flying now
elixir of courage upon his lips
Simply Incongruous
Some hairy clown in a tutu
stopped by to console
the agitated hippo stuck in the mud
• • •
How can one describe that
without seeming absurd?
Certainly some of life’s observations
are best kept impressed on the brain only
paying silent homage
to the appearance of reason and sanity
• • •
My brain takes it in
and spurts it out at odd times
Aw, heck!
Life is just silly, sometimes!
