She and I were twins once long ago
“two peas in a pod” – they said
meanwhile, clucking tongues
flapped about antics
We rode bears like horses
arms outstretched, faces alight
Rolled in the grasses and mugwort
plucking chamomile tops to bite
Until glistening hair washed in the creek
hung all akimbo and full
of bits and stems, flowers and blades
The winds were delighted, as they sang
our wild song in whispered shouts
Once on the very tip
of my nose
a butterfly landed…
a kiss that blesses always
Precious are the gifts of Life
Life can be as dramatic
as a tragedy
and as exuberant
as a musical
Your choice…
This marks 1,000 posted napkins!!!
The tug boat is small, strong
and mighty of heart
As it chugs up
the river of life
pulling more than it’s weight
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Meanwhile…
Pushing the river up the hill
is a lesson in futility
As it wears out
the biggest
even the mightiest of hearts
Once, when he was young
The day slipped by slowly
Languishing in the corners
His young spirit
Fed by fanciful things
Magic permeated
His being then
The absolute magic
Of simply being alive…
Around and around
Spinning softly as an atom
Or our lovely planet
Divine Love is whole,
Perfect and complete
In fact,
It is all I Am…
In the company of the Muse
And a troupe of her affiliates
(or is it her initiates?)
The air vibrates with enthusiasm
Creative epiphanies sparking
In the air like mini-lightning
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One session – a jolt from the starter
Revved up for a daytrip of ideas
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Regular gatherings
Keep the engines running
On a symbiotic think fuel
And maintained by heart mechanics
