Grateful
Happy to be Alive!
Yes! God, that’s great!
I am grateful…
And time keeps moving
from one moment to the next
how wonderful – Now
So, he never gave up
on the quality of his life
constantly improving
Gratitude was his ticket to ride
the roller coaster of Life
Planned Intention
There is balance and peace
in each moment spent aware
in that moment
Stepping along the planned path
of your intention
It is another good day to be alive…
Vocal Spirit
The focal point of his Spirit
The man was vocal
In most every regard
The pursuit of astute phrases
Beguiled his appetite
Even in the midst of silence
The poet’s soul, a local bard
And extraneous verbiage
A mirror with two sides
Melody runs beneath it
Incorrigible Joy
On the precipice
of discovery
Where epiphany and spark
idea and imagination conjoin
At the apex of Spirit’s
creative impulse
There you will find
incorrigible joy
Fierce and undefeatable
JOY!
Truth Cuts Clean
“No secrets!” they declared
in a moment of lucid profundity
and the long term ramifications
a thundering shock wave emanated
from self-important lips
blasting away hidden objections
with a flick of the intention
• • •
Truth cuts clean
wounds heal fast
when not allowed to fester
with speculated maybes and half lies
Respect
The crinkly old
grand-poobah spider
Slowly made his way
over to the grand watering hole
all full of himself
“I deserve respect,” he knew…
then, the big hand…
Happy Constellation
Toward the front of the experience
where little thoughts had big ideas
epiphanies arose from their lips
Bubbling up from some hidden spring
as they discuss sweet intricacies
of yet another morselled life feast
It was in that happy constellation
that a world of understanding cracked open
As in the course of easy conversation
with words bandied about like batted birdy
that spouting geysers of recognition
bloomed instant grandiosity
“Ah! Imperfection is our ticket
to earthly manifestation.”
New Tune
Intricate patterns
precise with color
scattered in
the same fashion
As chromosomes
or pinecones
willy nilly and exacting
• • •
Just as metal shavings
will dance in particular formation
to the tones of the celestial choir
So do the fibers of my life
align in a choreographed jig
to the vocal tones of my thoughts
Time to play a new tune!
Bubbles
Many bubbles attached
to each other
Like a chain of mail
or a gathering of
adolescent girlfriends
Each complete within itself
some floating free
most huddled together
Ah, such are our lives!
See the rainbows?
Symphony of Light
Each of our senses
is like a string
on Spirit’s guitar
Do you hear the
symphony playing today?
While a circle
of unbroken awareness
Flows from a fountain
of light misting
from your center