Either a halo
or white hot wild fire
Hair flutters on unknown breezes
as he traverses the inner circle
winding up the altar of Life’s gifts
Passionate eyes ablaze with beauty
like shooting stars
riding on zephyrs of harmony
He is a vision of Shiva dancing
arms akimbo in directive gestures
grounding with each footfall
in gratitude for the Earth
He weaves the web of Live with voices
The song, Oh, the song of infinite Love
Such sweetness fierce
cracks open the heart with tears of delight
Happy 79th Birthday, Doug!
A big joyous sound swelled forth
from lips and instruments
like a huge wave
in a happy storm
People dancing in the aisles
waving arms and wagging heads
Young and old alike
jubilant, energized
filled with holy Spirit
Awake, aware, alive!
After a lifetime full
of bearing fruit
limbs heavy with their bounty
The gnarled old tree stood majestically
all a-bloom
festooned for spring
As if only a youngster
pumped and prepared
for a dance
or other jubilant merriment
Full of joyousness and anticipation
of the fruit of another season
Our Friendship
is a beautiful cloth
woven by the dance
you there me here, me there you here
and connected
by threads of love
all these years
A tapestry of lightness
joy and gratitude
accentuated here and there
by a few small dark lines
for dramatic definition
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We are the weaving
not the loom
“Out beyond ideas of right and
wrong — there is a field…”
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in the field of infinite possibilities
where probable sprouts
and flourishes
nourished by sun and rain
wind and worm
the deer danced
as we sang our visions
our truth
our life
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“I’ll meet you there.”
