Mid-winter Dream

Emerging from the cave
and the darkness rich
where visions are spawned
Momma bear gave a grunt
from deep inside
her growling tummy…
“What did I lose? Where did it go?”,
she asked the ethers
in a bearish way, sniffing
the air, the dead plant,
the frozen ground…
then lumbered back to dream
awhile longer

Where no birds sang

On the rock,
where no birds sang
and soft breezes
dared not blow
with tears of joy and blessing,
bones warmed by the sun
feet dangled over the precipice
There (and only there)
life peeked out verdant
with sticker bushes
and hope blooming
for seeking glances

Bathing in Light

Bathing in the light,
soaking in the brilliance,
the rich depths of me
are flooded with awareness
layers upon layers
years of experience
immersed in joyous remembrance
warmed by light’s caress
Consciousness luxurious
subtle and deep

This Planet

The sky’s no limit
to what we can experience
Out beyond
ideas of correct
and lies
there is a planet
Let’s dance there
like wild children

Moths

The candle burns
it’s little light bright
in the velvety darkness
The moth is attracted
it’s conflagration
a phsst!
in the symphony of the night

We are each the candle
We are one with the moth

What silly winged thing
is waiting in us
to burn away
in our own brightness?

Definitions

Fair Play: a ride on the carousel.
Rocket Science: something that requires study.
Love: everything.

——–
It’s not rocket science – I love playing with you
on the carousel of life.

Daily Napkin for Thursday, Feb. 11, 2010

Once upon a time,
at least a few minutes ago,
there was a little boy
eyes filled with wonder
heart heavy as stone
incongruent, yet integrous
alive but not awake
awake but not aware
awake of aches long past
encouraged through love
and acceptance
to release his heavy load

Daily Napkin for Wednesday, Feb. 10, 2010

Shout it out with great enthusiasm
tap your foot with the rythmn of your song
awaken your heart with Spirits prompting
seek your soul in every place

and so with verve
crow cawed his greeting
and with awesome power
he emoted his being
and on and on
the others cawed back
in raucous pleasure

A caucus of birds
dressed deceivingly in black