In the shadow of the moonlight
where mystery stalks our thoughts
A palpable encompassing force
creeps beside, around and through
A midnight walk in forest
A solo flight in deep wood
into dreams and deeper things
There the shadows lurk
with not a bit of timid
and sounds arise enlarged
to wreak a cacophony of fears
Still each of us remains a light
and all of us are Sacred
So every nook may be embraced
and each peaceful, joyful, thrill relished
A big joyous sound swelled forth
from lips and instruments
like a huge wave
in a happy storm
People dancing in the aisles
waving arms and wagging heads
Young and old alike
jubilant, energized
filled with holy Spirit
Awake, aware, alive!
The bugs are happy
when we dig into the pile
They run hither and dither
and then hither and yon
Oh boy! Oh boy!
More food for the fodder
more rotting vegetables
enough for the mudder
Happy day in the compost pile
Happy day in the dirt
Happy day in the sunshine
Happy day in the dark
Warm colors gusting past
and falling on heads
drifting into the corners
softening rigid lines
In the circle of community
each is held up
surrounded by soft edges
and warm colors
Like leaves, we drift
to fill in gaps with love
and support for each other…
Inspired by blurred wings
of jeweled and joyous hummingbird
and the languid lurch
of true and intrepid turtle
My heart travels
at its own speed
as I journey through
spicy and bland
juicy and dry
And even when I stomp out
the sparks of fiery controversy
infecting my peaceful brain
