She spins a beauty way
Gossamer threads
or chunky oil rigs
given half a turn
Her nimble fingers twist
preparing a new tapestry
while those who would philosophize
turn only phrases in their heads
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Every spot is sacred
each moment divine
Her Spinning changes everything
Beauty’s essence in time…
Giveaway clean
the heart of service
center of abundance
before the receiving part
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One fairly friendly
and, not so wild, wild turkey
tarried in the parking lot
Head tilted back
Casual, unhurried
Showing off his wattle
and nothing more
One feather dangling
The giveaway bird…
On the edge of the wild
Strawberries flourish
Wearing their seeds
Like porcupine spines
Where tame and free meet
Intersecting in rare moments
Of recognition and empathy
Our hearts mingled
One can be grounded without roots
Hair flailing in the wind
Two can spin and spin
In the twirling winds of change
Ta Da!
Today’s to do’s
are done, are done
And all the thinking throughs
have come and gone
And now what’s left
amongst the tailings
is fun, is fun
Tweedle-lee-dee
Twinkle-dee –doo
it’s some, it’s some
Big joyous experience
All One, all One…
In the heat of the day
Soak it into your bones
Let them relish the
Love of the sun
As the sunlight sparkles
Through the leaves
Of your mind
See there, the faeries
Dancing on your heaviest thoughts…
He’s got a jukebox in his head
Years of musical selections
Only the numbers wore off
long ago, long ago
So, it’s random selection
for most of us folks
still he has phonographic memory
and the music never dies
Play it again, man…
