Field or Shelter

Our greatest happiness
is in the field of possibility
rather than the
shelter of certainty
I am certain of
my love of Spirit
and joyous about
the possibilities of life…

A Jar

The door is ajar
unlocked by willingness

• • •

I am a jar
ready and willing
a vessel of light
Expectant and empty
while filled to overflowing
with joy – the stuff of Love

• • •

Pushing softly with whispers
intrepid faith through fear
I open the door to greet the light

Fierce Joy

The intensity of inspiration
rides on the bobbing heels
of fierce joy

Tumbles off lips with abandon

bursts into existence

before any loquacious editorial

———

Though any attempt
failed at capping the stream of it

Still, hearts all around
could not help rejoicing

In the pools and eddies
of residual epiphanies

Self-Talk

The frumpy lady in her nightgown
And cow horns on her head
Inspired strength and fortitude
Upon herself
As if plastering walls
Or shoring up foundations
With the delicacy of a rhino
Self-talk became a blur
Of mantric phrases gone senseless
Beginning with “You will”
And the ever present “You are”
Until cooked together for hours
Into a sticky tar-like substance
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Silence, peace, joy, bliss even
Are welcomed here, whenever they arrive

Meadowlark Joy

To the little boy that plays today on his birthday, may your big heart soar!  

Meadowlark sings 

out of pure joy…

Joy of life

joy of the light

joy in the moment

—–

You have unique gifts

to share with the world

and the world is waiting

Don’t deny the world,

don’t deny yourself