In these times of big change
the fertile field of possibilities
flourishes into full bloom
abundant blossoming
Even as the ground shadows
of Spirit give up final harvest
prepared for fallow months
and ready to rejuvenate
Like Yin and Yang
cycling around
bearing fruit of all flavors
Until the last song is sung
our voices rejoice
in the expression of life
As we ride the waves
of love and compassion
in the ocean of life today
Surf’s up!
Discontent stirs the pot
of humdrum day to day
Heats it up somehow
until we boil over
with new joy
• • •
Meanwhile, the stars rise
and set each day
Dancing their joy dance
Whether or not we are
experiencing our storms of life
Little squirrel sat there
(squatted actually)
Staring at me
as I stared at her
Caught in a moment
for more than several
Neither wishing
to break the connection
or be the one who lost
the staring contest
Finally, I had mercy
looked away, broke the spell
Squirrel flicked tail and ran off
down the fence
Ceremonial gratitudes
performed with engaged heart
Send out waves of light
and lots of love juice
I am grateful for Spirit’s presence
in my life
