Growth
Groundbreaking News!
Shovel is used
to make way
for new compost
The refuse of today
feeds tomorrow’s growth…
Brother Bear Dances
Our brother, Bear,
Awakes with a hunger
A hunger for food
A hunger for life
Dance, Bear dance
Control’s Illusion
Putting it right, lined up
organized, categorized
systemized according to
some arbitrary rightness
flavor of the moment
• • •
Making it right, aligned
de-sensitized, stabilized
aggrandized according to
crowd norms individually
translated in bones for now
• • •
Then, hummingbird wings by
hovering and looking
blows the whole control illusion
in the flapping of tiny iridescent wing
Languish Quietly
Never mind
the mindless chatter
Nor the laws of men
against Nature
born of control issues
in pursuit of greed or power
Let them languish quietly instead
bellies up, laying in the grass
on a field of understanding
Surrounded by compassion
and the sweet aroma of hope
One of Countless First Steps
Opening to receive
an abundance of all good
is a service to everyone
As it clears the channels
of give and receive circulation
the lifeblood of thriving
The blossoming of a life’s path
the brilliance of epiphany
the miraculous unfolding
The current first step
on the journey of a lifetime
Perfect Disguise
I wonder if that squirrel
out there on that branch
ever gets grumpy
If so, he’s hiding
in the perfect disguise
in all his cute squirrelliness
Maybe, if I’m totally me
I’ll appear playful and joyful
always, too…
Never Alone
There, on that rise,
do you see the little
teeny person jumping and waving?
Just trying to get the attention
and wanting love
“Alone” on the hill
Doesn’t realize
he’s never alone
that I always love him
Awakening
Awakening to the spotted light
hung on crisp breezes
riffling through fresh, green leaves
Syncopated thoughts
join the serrated rhythm
of an early morning dance
The light tickles all the senses
nudging memories
outside the race and keep up
of these quick and scheduled days
Bright Moon
Listen to the darkness
Listen to the light
Listen to the hoot
of the owl in the night
Is it a dream when
silent wings take flight?
Whispers the moon
with her face so bright
• • •
And, now, as the moon wanes
her face hiding behind wisps
of billowy hair clouds
Remember the glory
of her spirit…
Stillpoint
There –
That still point within
Without which
All is chaos
There –
Is the home
Of your peaceful spirit