So Big
It’s so big, it’s so good
I stretch to contain it
until my heart feels it
could burst
Then, I realize as
open up my real eyes
I can swim in it
I can be full of it
Permeated with all good
with only a thin skin
of personality
of me-ness within all-ness
It’s all so very luxuriously
one good – big good
Field or Shelter
Our greatest happiness
in the field of possibility
rather than the
shelter of certainty
I am certain of
my love of Spirit
and joyous about
the possibilities of life…
Touchstone
Can the heart hold any more?
So much love, so much joy
connections, re-connections
family spirit to Spirit
Friends old and just met
the splendor of nature at dawn
the cracking open heart
• • •
A touchstone experience
The heart’s reminder
penetrating, concentrated joy
feeds the soul in years to come
a lifetime of preciousness
Superlative
There were many
durative superlatives
that she could apply
to his description
Yet, the stunning part
of him to her
was his essence of Love
Re-Assess
All the seams unzipped
(nothing really ripped)
just fell apart neatly
As if an alarm had gone off
and everything jumped to
It is the time to re-assess
reform with regard
and reassemble
Discover a more efficient
assemblage of components
re-sculpt
Thoughts in Kind
With single-minded purpose
all things can be accomplished
In what purpose are you
investing your thoughts?
Contaminated
Contaminated by the Love Bug
their tactics were incorrigible
unpredictable and unstoppable
It was as if they were driven
by a superhuman power
Bouts of uncommon compassion
tainted thoroughly by wave after wave
of unconditional love
spreading virally
The fresh outbreak took on
pandemic proportions
leaving them all in a state
of overwhelming bliss
Wisdom’s Tree
Settled into the bones of it
sunk deep into the essence
a seed of confidence sprouts
How solid the ground?
How bright the travails?
Watered in time with sweat and tears
fed in truth by life’s substance
hardened by brisk breezes of reason
A tree of wisdom grows
on the bank of age’s pond
Summer Morning
Sunlight trickled through the trees
tumbled lightly onto me
caressed my cheek with warmth
dappled my thoughts and senses
Awakened sparks in dewy moisture
left behind by sprinkler’s grace
and in steamy tears on my face
Remnants of joy’s expression
tattooing the cheeks
staccato rivulets
And, all the while, my spirit soared
brilliance conquers in dabs and shifts
until tickled trees dance laughing
Words
Once I had so many words
without depth of meaning
pretty words
Now, I have meaning
sometimes with no words