There was a group of little critters
who thought my ankles were tasty fritters
Their little hearts went all a’ twitter
as they munched and crunched away
They ate fast, they didn’t dither
as chances of survival started to wither
And I walked hither and thither
so, they didn’t have long to stay
This ain’t a eulogy of dead bug sadness
for critters succumbed to munching madness
Because I’ve gleaned a bit of gladness
telling their story, I’m happy to say
They loved to tell stories
and each loved to listen
And, so, their lives were full
Never a dull moment
Spirit loves you
now and always
So let’s keep sharing our stories
with each other…
In the cave
hidden on the cliffside
Rockfall and rubble
bushes and grasses all around
In that silent solitary place
near the river of my life
I sat in communication
with the bugs and animals
And became more connected
with the earth in the walls
and through the rock on which I sat
silently in peace…
Recently, as well as specific times
in far and quickly past
the day gets caught in the flow
Rapids tumbling or steady strong stream
it doesn’t matter which or what
Like passengers on the roller coaster
arms raised as high as eyebrows
with grins as wide as all that
thrill flows through the gut
And all along the way – miracles
happenstance and chance meetings
connections with fellow travellers
bumping up against logs of resistance
I’m here, alive, and enjoying the ride…
One thing they always
seemed to remember
Even when caught up in
the busy-ness of their day
Was to express their
Joyous sense of humor
in some amusing way
May your heart rejoice
and be glad in every moment today
Like a tender secret
let your joyousness dwell
in your heart
