The river flows…
That is its purpose
Even dammed up,
The river will try to flow
Until it once again does
There is no stopping us
From  living our purpose in life

They Wait

Farther then the eyes can see
up beyond that big bend
they wait:
Surprises, miracles
Challenges, inspirations
New friends, old voices
Dyings and blossomings
Our choice:
Run, skip, snail’s pace
tumble, walk, speed

or transported by tornado

Merrily we Flow Along

Thwarted, shorted,
snagged, and tripped

He finally got the idea
“Gee, maybe I’m
fighting the flow”

So, he let go, surrendered
and rode the current.

“Ah, yes!”

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…

The Gameplan

On top of my gameplan
all covered with grit
I got so frustrated
that I could just spit

The map that I clung to
was thrown to the side
as God is the pilot
I’m in for the ride

The adventure it has me
I think I’ll enjoy

instead of controlling
or getting annoyed…

(Try this one out to the tune of On Top of Old Smokey)


When you meet
the jester on the road
sometimes the jester
and steps in cadence
with you for a while
*  *  *  *  *  *
May as well dance