With a slap and a dash
and a permanent smile in his cheeks
He danced his accordian
in his arms with happy fingers
And crooned love songs
to the Universe
Ah! What a happy camper!
Nurturing myself
and being kind to me
Is the most altruistic service
I can do for the world
Time is a contagious illusion
gone viral a blink ago at dawn
We harness the beast
with threads woven from gossamer
When you manage a ride–
good job!
It is a magician's feat…
Recalcitrant angles
thickets of opinion
Well up in various spots
appearing stuck
When in actuality
in their voracity for truth
or, at the very least,
their honest view of it
The whole knotted
steel wool pad of it
scrubs the way clear
for free flow thinking
Hold On!
with all your love!
As you surrender
all that does not serve you
Help is not only on it’s way
It’s here now always!
Don’t should on me
Don’t should on me
I used to should on myself
all the time, you see
Life can get mighty stinky
Don’t you agree?
If I fall for the habit
of should’n on me
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Coulda, shoulda, woulda
have left my working vocabulary…