Moon Dance
Peach orb softly smiling
Drops the skirt of pine and oak
Glides in slow dance
Into star-studded velvet
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Sometimes the moon
Teases my thoughts
Awakens memories
Of the vastness of Life
Envelope of mystery
As broad as infinity
As intimate as my last breath
Birth of an Idea
On the cusp of new understanding
In the heart of epiphany
I felt the pinch of sidelong glances
Judgment’s governess askance
Like the pressure of birth
Squeezing my lungs alive
Revelation’s glory comes
Screaming life in to the room
And grace portends
Another gift unto this world
Spokes
Like spokes on a wheel
We are each integral
To the circle of Life
Spinning toward our destiny
Each adding strength
Doing our individual part
To keep the wheel round
I used to be bent
The support of those around me
And the force of the spin
Have straightened me out..
Ride On, Rich!
Cycling across the country
the breezes brush my face
My feet and the pedals are one
man and machine melding with countryside
Diligence and dedication
strengthen up the hill
Freedom and exhilaration
melt resolves’ tension
gliding down the other side
Ah! … I could go miles and miles
(Special note: Today’s napkin is in honor of Rich Fowler, who is pedaling across the country to help raise money and awareness for a good cause. Ride on, Rich!)
Seeking
Seeking destiny
with spoon and fork
Earnest heart
nestled in a nest
of intertwined arguments
Feet planted firmly
In a pond of quicksand
Promises and hopes
following a pinpoint star
Brilliant epiphany…
Buzzards Gift
In the middle of the street
cars whizzing by
yet none rolling over
a single feather
attempting to take off
over and over again
with fickle breezes
Buzzards forfeit
grounded like road kill
waving at me
as I walked by
Squirrel
Tree shook
when squirrel jumped
with delight – leaves dancing
Community
a part of – each involved
Morning dove perched
lackadaisical nest
dropped stems and pieces
on geranium’s head
and caterpillar nibbling
All while squirrel played
The Dancer
As above, so below
Connected to both
the dancer spun
mixing the very air
blending in her heart
the forces of her life
mundane whipped up
by Spirit grace
a frothy concoction
ever spinning
ever sublime
Weedroot
springing eternal
from the well of Spirit
A gift unto itself
awaken the thread of it
tug on it to discover
a weed’s root
ensconced and bed by
the heart of hearts
My heart is full
I thrive… with hope
The Dance
Heels massaging the face
of the Earth
as we shuffled around and around
Dusty thank yous
soaring hearts
voices joined like
entwined fists
Strong statements of love
Singing in the sun
The world, creation