On the rock,
where no birds sang
and soft breezes
dared not blow
with tears of joy and blessing,
bones warmed by the sun
feet dangled over the precipice
There (and only there)
life peeked out verdant
with sticker bushes
and hope blooming
for seeking glances
Once, there was a little worm
who thought he could climb
to the top of the tallest tree.
So he did.
The view was incredible,
from his little worm perspective,
even though the tree
overlooked the junkyard.
Wormy gorgeous!
Worm was filled with gratitude.
Like moths in the twilight
the aspen leaves quiver
to hear the whisper
of our loving thoughts
of gratitude
blown on our breath
to true source
We are so blessed
to live …
Steeped in a bath
of Spirit stuff —-
full flavor
awakening and expanding
like her favorite tea,
she flowered and blossomed,
even more than when a bush,
more fully with every bit
of her being.
–Always loved baths.
