Balance
Blending the elements
fire and water
earth and air
Finding balance
which may be different
than yours, than theirs
Always in upheaval
of one kind or another
moving, alive, short stasis
And around again
Again…
Honoring
Honoring you for your work
the day to day nose to it
and way more
with a cherry on top (not maraschino)
The pulling, the seeping
The trudging, the weeping
The smiling, the joy work
Involving the unfolding
Allowing bigger
Discovering lighter
Enabling growth
Honoring you and me
and all of us…
Fickle Feathers
Like feathers falling
from who knows where
Thoughts and other mental activities
drifted upon the corners
nooks and craniums
Touched down in silent celebration
jubilant in a mute kind of way
a gaggle of possibilities
tickled inferences
While the occasional spackle
plopped and gurgled
a means of providing
stick-to-it-iveness
to otherwise fickle
feathered ideas
Movement
intense below the surface
vibrant at its center
like a fiery rainbow
misting through the cells
feelings permeated
infiltrated, illuminated
charged the moment
upon expression
created movement
instigated experiences
catalyzed growth
Little Miss Sunshine
Little Miss Sunshine
was all growed up and everything
Living in the back washes
of the carnival/rodeo thingy
she’d been there for years
most of her life, it seemed
Herded there by a cloudy character
of undefined purposes
in a nefarious attempt
to cloud her light
She couldn’t help it
shine is what she was
and shine is what she did
