Giveaway
Giveaway clean
the heart of service
center of abundance
before the receiving part
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One fairly friendly
and, not so wild, wild turkey
tarried in the parking lot
Head tilted back
Casual, unhurried
Showing off his wattle
and nothing more
One feather dangling
The giveaway bird…
Intersection
On the edge of the wild
Strawberries flourish
Wearing their seeds
Like porcupine spines
Where tame and free meet
Intersecting in rare moments
Of recognition and empathy
Our hearts mingled
One can be grounded without roots
Hair flailing in the wind
Two can spin and spin
In the twirling winds of change
Ta Da!
Ta Da!
Today’s to do’s
are done, are done
And all the thinking throughs
have come and gone
And now what’s left
amongst the tailings
is fun, is fun
Tweedle-lee-dee
Twinkle-dee –doo
it’s some, it’s some
Big joyous experience
All One, all One…
Sun Love
In the heat of the day
Soak it into your bones
Let them relish the
Love of the sun
As the sunlight sparkles
Through the leaves
Of your mind
See there, the faeries
Dancing on your heaviest thoughts…
Mr. Jukebox
He’s got a jukebox in his head
Years of musical selections
Only the numbers wore off
long ago, long ago
So, it’s random selection
for most of us folks
still he has phonographic memory
and the music never dies
Play it again, man…
Porch Light
When the light fell on the porch
As twilight descended
And the birds all nestled down
Muted colors and sharp shadows
Slowly transmuted into starkness
………………
At dawn, it is a softening
Until the sunlight’s brilliance
A slow awakening
Until kissed by the warmth
Of his light
Grooving
Within a few seconds
the groove begins
dancing or slinking
our choice
In roundy round
and roundy round again
building a rhythm, a groove
……………………………………………
In the silence
I wipe the slate clean
Bathing in the silence
awash in the sweet tears
of joyous angels grace
Preparing to groove again…
Open Arms
When the hair on my neck
stands straight
I open my arms
shine the love
and breathe
Mmm… the sweetness
of Spirit flowing through
Then I look into the heart
of that little one inside
How could you feel
anything but love
for this child?
Flickering Masterpieces
Flickering squirrel tail shadows
danced across the window early morn
Shaking the edges of my attention
waking my awareness to outside
Squirrel running back and forth
scurrying and hiding
on the fence rail
from two big blue jays
Pecking at him
his tail a-flickering
all the way
“Oh, squirrel! Hey , squirrel!”
“You with the tail that
could paint masterpieces
What did you do to upset
those birds?”
Or were those sharp beaks
just being bullies
on a shiny new morn?
Perennial Intentions
Like weeds, the new intentions
sprouted and bolted up
thirsting for the light
And in the drought
of daily humdrum browned
laid over fallow
Chewed and turned
visited by critters
of the Earth
new fodder
for a new crop of intentions
Cultivated, watered, cared for
richer, slower growing
perennials