Rattled
A rattle rattled me
I was rattled top to bottom
Even my little eyebrow hairs
shook free of the debris
Built up over the
times of non-action
Oooh – to renew
with the tickle
of a rattle…
Gentle Greeting
Once a stick-bug
showed up on my screen door
It was startling to realize
this odd twig was alive
I felt fear
Yet, the stick-bug still greeted me
in his gentle stick-bug way
The Spirit in me
honors the Spirit in all living beings
Half Empty?
Sometimes, I see it
as 2/3 full
Other times
as ½ empty…
When I remember my gratitude
I suddenly discover
That it is whole
perfect and complete
Spice of Life
Everything inter-related
speaking from a wider view
Talks of all the similarities
the differences
the unique individual natures
Ah, the spice of Life…!
Bringing Peace
Once, years ago,
on a far off tropical isle
in a forest ranger building
built high up in trees
so wild pigs would not disturb
The woman who brings peace
foretold in name by her grandmother
was born by her mother
witnessed by her father
The soft island breezes
brought a friend and a stranger
women guided like the wise men
to see this gift to the world
She was destined
by the moon and stars
and cradled by the earth itself
Favorite Shadow
He wrestled with
his favorite shadow
Tenaciously chomping
his chops
Until they were both
simply worn out
And fell asleep
peaceful as babes
