I am
sunlight dancing on leaves
sweet aroma of Spirit
the Word alive
You are
soft mist curling on still pond
crisp watermelon scent of cut grass
murmured whisper
We are
rainbow bridge in constant motion
earthy smell of fresh loam
spoken intentionally
Building integrity
one brick at a time
Awakening to the truth
of being a human being
doing human life
Aligned with Source
Aligned with Love
Rumbly rumbly
something’s grumbly
all topsy-tumbly
And little bug rolls up
as very tight as he can
to hide himself
to ride the storm
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If only good instincts
were always based on true perceptions
rather than skewed
by assumed and partial ones
Oh, what fun little bug would have then!
When pondering peccaries
or the curly taste of prickly pears
the mind’s eye view may broaden
New vistas of delightful things
open up the scope of understanding
or, at least, a bit of insight
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Cut to the truth
like a javelina’s tooth
Let the spiky spines
of honest instrospection
be chewed up
along with the rest
One grey day
when even the shadows
were dull and listless
He noticed a suspicious sparkle
out the side of his perceptions
He discovered the prismatic
rainbow colors
lurking on the periphery
Playing hide and seek
with his consciousness
“Come out, come out,
wherever you are!”
