Dreams awakened
by a frog on the forehead
have a whole different flavor
Than musings fraught
with idle moment’s fancies
or even whirring wheels
of worry’s wiles
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Bless the frog
Don’t throw him across the room
Like cellophane wrapped
‘round your favorite dessert
The thinnest mind-veil
Keeps you from your dreams
Remove it
And taste the richness
Of your dreams
The canopy of shivering leaves
danced the light across her face
Waking up dreams of soft spring days
followed by warm summer nights
magical in their own way
Now culminating in whispered wisdom
each day shorter than the last
punctuated by bright and rusty hues
Soon the days of stark sleepiness
will hitch a ride on the coat tails
grounded fringes of color
Light askance and limpid
cleared of fluttering distractions
The real thing
The truth shining through
Is obvious to the center
Where gut feelings are born
That clear truth
That speaks of everything
So apparent in anything
Shines light on the darkest corner
This bright dream
That wakes upon its dreaming
A beacon of hope’s veracity
Permeates each conscious hour
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Note from Dena – Ever since my mom passed away, in early March, I have been experiencing a catharsis through grief, which also interrupted the publishing of the Daily Napkin. I believe the mending of the fabric of my life adds richness and depth to my creative expression, even though the process causes lapses in my daily practices.