Soul’s Comfort
At the end of the last path
at the end of the last road
Overlooking pristine lake
with deer eyes blinking
at the sinking sun
There where coyote and hawk
owl, bear, and cougar
cavort and live lives
befitting their species
There on that wooded hill
above the lake of dreams
my soul finds comfort
in any given hour
The Gameplan
On top of my gameplan
all covered with grit
I got so frustrated
that I could just spit
The map that I clung to
was thrown to the side
as God is the pilot
I’m in for the ride
The adventure it has me
I think I’ll enjoy
instead of controlling
or getting annoyed…
(Try this one out to the tune of On Top of Old Smokey)
Turn the Phrase
in the kitchen with flavors
and the clean dish
In the garden with ivy
and the occasional veggie
In the studio with pen and ink
and big brush on canvas
And, most of all,
in the turn of the phrases
and singing heartsongs
with the man in her life
Joyous Abandon
With persistence he prevailed
In his quest for dynamic equilibrium
While out beyond
Ideas of who we are…
Our Spirits dance
In joyous abandon
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
Choice
Choice
It is always about choice…
Each and every moment…
no matter what the circumstance
or physical evidence of truth
I choose joy or sorrow
…peace or strife
Oh, what a blessed variety!
Sing the Light
Everybody!
Everybody sings the Light
Light is the expression
Of a small part
Of the spectrum of vibration
That is all that is!
We are the singers
Of the Light
An enormous chorus
Symphony of Light
Everybody…
Silliness and the Dark Side of Joy
What’s half Poobah and half unicorn? It’s Cornpoon. The Poobahs over at Playing Around Workshops were commenting back and forth about the poohbah hats of Betty and Wilma Flinstone, and how they wanted hats like that. I have a full set of horns, so I applied and was granted the honor of becoming an honorary Poobah. They discovered they only had one set of horns between them, and decided that they might be Poonicorns after all. I suggested it was a Cornpoon instead. I found this old image from late yesterday to illustrate what (or who) exactly that is.
When I take silliness too far I slip into the dark side of joy, which, sort of like the dark side of the moon, is still joy nonetheless. Even after the sun goes down, I love dressing up, putting on a funny hat and howling at the moon.
I’m signed up to attend the Playing Around Workshops with Melissa and Kelly because I take Creative playtime seriously. The Muse demands it. It’s like vitamins for my creativity. I get quite dull minded when I don’t partake. So, I intend to seriously enjoy.
Freedom Dance
It began in the molten rock
Arose a rumble from a thrum
vibration deep and slow
Refined by Spirit’s attention
to a tingling tickling at her surface
As dancing feet connected
incited to interpret freedom
As voices allowed
sacred sound as song
A continuum, a connection
a refinement of expression
rising out from the Earth
Shiny Joy
Shiny Joy
His Spirit shines out
like a bright sun
Glorifying his experience
with the joyful Zen-ness of the day
While annealed
in the crucible of experience
My joy response
is very shiny!