The gardener tends each tendril
for hours and hours
Weeding out some
so the preferred may grow
Lovingly nurturing, tying and feeding
watering and talking
instilling nutrients sublime
And now, the fruits of labor
sweet and succulent
green and rich
Ah, a blessed life
for the one who blesses life
with hand and effort
time and toil
His musical spirit
Reflects that
Of dancing Ganesha
Once Ganesha gets moving
It’s like perpetual motion
His trunk flying
His belly bouncing
So it is with a song
In his musical mind
Jai Ganesha!
Laughing
Full-body engaged
Tears trickling
In a little stream
Over pinkened cheeks
His joyous outburst
Overcame his countenance
And seeped into his bones
As heightened assurance
That Spirit had a sense of humor
The heart with wings
soars at the rise of joy
Flutters softly
at the instance of fear
and excitement
The inner angel
the butterfly of metamorphosis
the heart with wings
Spirit gives my heart wings…
The wizardry of love
Heals the sadness of heart
Balms the painful spots
Of life’s machinations
• • •
Like a wizard
he stood on the precipice
arms akimbo
the wildness of his eyes
like electricity
through his hair
Alive! With love’s fire…!
