Sweet Spirit
Feather-light
The touch upon my memory
And as sweet
As a newborn anything
Remembering the love
In my heart
For Spirit
Joyous Sound
Upon awakening
A tiny rumble deep
Began to gather in earnest
Arising through layers
Various thicknesses
As joy does rise up the spine
Until it hits the vocal chords
Transformation
The sound as clear and true
As a bell or a foghorn
Purpose ringing true
Throughout the Universe…
Tell the Wind
The strength of their resolve
bore the weight of their decisions
In the days of supple reality
on the eve of wide awakening
• • •
Tell the wind I said hello
with lips parched by water’s edge
Give Spirit my heart
wrapped in my simple humanness
And hanging all the while
to the tendrils of sweet dreams
still flapping in the breeze
Flying
Perhaps I’ll fly one day
when my brain is so aligned with Spirit
so that I sprout wings
of angel-like quality
In the meantime…
always in my dreams!
From Ninety Degrees
turned 90 degrees – life expanded
with just that little effort
horizons changed
and everything became new
sit on the floor and observe life above you
or view life below from the top rung of the ladder
new perspectives bear fruits
opportunities, opinions, ideas
most important of all
push the Spirit button
allow your beingness to be
flooded by That perspective
