This time of year
the wild turkeys come to town
Gathered round
on lawns and in parking lots
Just being friendly
in a turkey kind of way
Look! There goes a flock now…
Did someone tell them
We’re not allowed to hunt in town?
Gobble, gobble…
Filled with the knowing of it
and surrounded by the love
He rested peacefully in the silence
and listened with a smile on him
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Just so — the symphony of his life
the full-bodied flavor rich
intense expression of his highest self
Was borne upon the instruments
and born of the Spirit of him
as he guest-conducted his life work
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All the while, his life worked…
Big clouds, multi-hued and tasty
lumbering across the blue blue
drawing folks into exuberance
Filling the senses dramatic
and promising to spit in our eyes
In light of the skyfest above us
in the Spirit of colossal display
I think humbly of my own little bit part
And my spine stretches taller to say
“I am here and I own I am a part of this”
I am grateful to be alive today
Freshly Bombarded
with blessings of color
Bright trees
and curly clouds
on a brisk and brilliant day
Grasses muted in season’s end
swirled and layed down
And danced again
with cheerful leaves
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Awakened senses or not
Natures praises
Grace…
Taming the fury in my mind
I listened to the whispers of my heart
felt the longings of my soul
Riding the rapids of emotions
I centered on the tractor beam of Spirit
stayed focused on the point of Love
And found peace in the midst of Life
When the sun arises
on the horizon
of my thoughts
All the silly little fearful ones
scatter to hide
in the shadows
Today is a bright day—
no hiding places left
