like the goofy video
of somebody’s folks
doing sillies with verve
the joy went viral in me
riding wave after wave
of sympathetic synapses
sparking empathetic aha’s
until I was literally awash
in new ideas
……
though new each time,
it is a classic process
initially sparked by grace
epiphany
Within a few seconds
the groove begins
dancing or slinking
our choice
In roundy round
and roundy round again
building a rhythm, a groove
……………………………………………
In the silence
I wipe the slate clean
Bathing in the silence
awash in the sweet tears
of joyous angels grace
Preparing to groove again…
Sunlight sparkles
off the tiny ripples
As I wade slowly
in the still and peaceful
pond of forgiveness
No jewel exists
more precious
or more beauteous
No gracious gift
more treasured
Hearts flutter like butterflies
In the early morning hours
before dawn has spread her light
when clock’s ticking is so loud
and the night’s dreams still are bright
There I stop to breathe and think
fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight
Reflecting life on life in life
I am but a speck of sparkling white
as I polish up for shining
in the dark of pre-dawn night
I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming
encrusted with its simple frights
to lie de-clawed and transformed
into blessings in my sight
