Irridescent Manna
It becomes apparent
as I flail along
That the path is clear
and marked with crumbs
of irridescent manna
Funny how I chose
to wade through sticker bushes, instead
all those years
It becomes apparent
as I flail along
That the path is clear
and marked with crumbs
of irridescent manna
Funny how I chose
to wade through sticker bushes, instead
all those years
“Most astute!”
I heard him toot
about something I’d said
“How could that be?”
occurred to me
in the ethers of my head
Not so quiet
thoughts did riot
just demanding to be fed
When Samskara woke
she discovered all illness
had faded away
The clarity of gratitude
engulfed all sadness
And shimmered it away
to sparkled shadows
A rising tide of awareness
has engulfed the shores
of our consciousness
Awakening
whetting our appetite
for world peace
and love and joyousness
There on a bed of pine needles
we would gaze at the clouds
Ants crawling over bare toes
and dusty jean pockets full
of found treasures
“Look! Do you see the elephant?”
“You mean the one dancing on the big castle?”
We dreamed and visualized
the afternoon away
As squirrel and rabbit and deer
quietly witnessed
passing by on their way home
Singular singer
singing songs of life
And breath and depth
and beauty
Fully engaged in his art
his craft and his passion