Listening to the Waves

Standing on the pristine beach
where incessant nurturing waves
were cuddled by pink sky
And the sun and the moon
strove to attain equal status
A shift in her consciousness
just happened
Whereupon…
She instantly knew how
to listen with new ears

Exquisite Life

He experienced
a completely exquisite life
Most deeply rich in Spirit
and flavorful
Not necessarily about things
his prosperity ran like a thread
throughout his every fibre
Direct from his true Source
adding texture and color
to his own meek imaginings
And providing a constant backdrop
for his ever constant gratitude

My Friend

We met in such a casual way
and instantly I liked you
Though times, I wondered
“What the heck?”
Many more times, I’ve just enjoyed you
It seems forever we’ve been friends
an eternity I’ve known you
And in my heart such gratitude
for the opportunity to walk beside you
in appreciation of your being
Someone I can count on
this day and every one
Thank you for being my friend…

Crack the Door Open

There’s no need, dear heart
to stomp and storm
Nor declare loudly
your willingness to listen
Simply crack the door open
–that is all that’s necessary–
the light will flood through
Crack the door open
hear the symphony
in the silence
See the glorious light
throughout the dark

Thriving Artists Unite!

I just signed up for the Thriving Artists Project at http://bit.ly/eVRlVk. I don’t lightly sign up for things on the internet. I simply don’t have time for a lot of stuff. I’m too busy trying to make a living, and better yet, thriving, being an artist. Somehow, though, the name of this particular website just fit for me. ;o)

Yes, it’s pretty obvious why. I have a really hard time with the popular opinion that in order to be a great artist you have to be starving. There’s the very logical and wise part of me that declares that that’s a bunch of hooey! Yet, still, business has not been my forté, and I always seem to have more that I could learn in this regard. So, I signed up. I am looking forward to seeing what the premise is, and where it will take me.

Years ago I organized my first bunch of artists for our mutual good. We did an auction called “Art from the Heart,” and raised funds to get together a cooperative effort that would benefit all of us. Suddenly, when there was money, someone rose up vociferously to lay claim to the proceeds for their own pet project. Art politic ensued and I backed out, only to try it again a few years later from a slightly different angle. It would take some time and concentration to count the number of times I attempted in earnest to create some cooperative artist thriving project or another. Everytime I’ve gotten closer, and I still have a few ideas up my sleeve.

In the meantime, the name of this project tastes sweet, and I await  it hopefully. I am ready to thrive as an artist, and I’m ready to be amongst a group of thriving artists!

Sunrise of Life

Seldom seen and often heard
My heart’s dreams
rose up like daffodils
at the sunrise of my life
It was ever surprising
on this most auspicious day
in a very ordinary kind of way
A once-in-a-lifetime occurrance
each new day
Huzzah!

Moonrise

A rusty moon, full
creeping up
With puckered brow
and larger than usual
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We’ve all observed
one time or another
That intimate sight
and marvelled at the beauty
with shallowed breath
Moonrise

Wild Turkeys

This time of year
the wild turkeys come to town
Gathered round
on lawns and in parking lots
Just being friendly
in a turkey kind of way
Look! There goes a flock now…
Did someone tell them
We’re not allowed to hunt in town?
Gobble, gobble…

Life’s Symphony

Filled with the knowing of it
and surrounded by the love
He rested peacefully in the silence
and listened with a smile on him
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Just so — the symphony of his life
the full-bodied flavor rich
intense expression of his highest self
Was borne upon the instruments
and born of the Spirit of him
as he guest-conducted his life work
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All the while, his life worked…

SkyFest

Big clouds, multi-hued and tasty
lumbering across the blue blue
drawing folks into exuberance
Filling the senses dramatic
and promising to spit in our eyes
In light of the skyfest above us
in the Spirit of colossal display
I think humbly of my own little bit part
And my spine stretches taller to say
“I am here and I own I am a part of this”
I am grateful to be alive today