Fortunate Folly

Fortunate folly:
She tripped on her thoughts
fell into a pile of epiphanies
and awoke into enlightenment

“Aha!”

One time is all it takes
to awaken to enlightenment

After that, one can only nap
no more going
completely unconscious

Grateful Monkey

Monkey stopped
sweet potato in hand
along the way

Paused in awe
poised upon a big rock
(A finer vista on the boulder)
to view the sunset with gratitude

And raised the tuber
in silent, respectful
homage and thanks

Well of Life

Once inside the mind
of every human
the paths are tricky
and somewhat convoluted

Yet there is an aura
a sweet, sweet smell
that reminisces of the long, cool drink
at the Well of Life…

Cosmic Cheerleader

Charged by the people
that he meets and greets

He’s a cosmic cheerleader
an ear with a heart

A friend to the friendless
A light at the door
A young man with an old soul

Words of encouragement
a smile in the heart
with tender hearted caring

Embodying service
on the high watch
in success or defeat

Gratitude…

(In honor of our friend – Dean, at the co-op)

Heart’s Gratitude

Once, when the blue tulip bloomed
a little caterpillar awoke to the sunrise
and raised half his many legs in greetings
A salute of honor
A silent acknowledgement
of the nurturing warmth

Gratitude requires no words
It is an exercise of the heart

All are Sacred

In the shadow of the moonlight
where mystery stalks our thoughts

A palpable encompassing force
creeps beside, around and through

A midnight walk in forest
A solo flight in deep wood
into dreams and deeper things

There the shadows lurk
with not a bit of timid
and sounds arise enlarged
to wreak a cacophony of fears

Still each of us remains a light
and all of us are Sacred

So every nook may be embraced
and each peaceful, joyful, thrill relished

Oh, Happy Storm!

A big joyous sound swelled forth
from lips and instruments
like a huge wave
in a happy storm

People dancing in the aisles
waving arms and wagging heads

Young and old alike
jubilant, energized
filled with holy Spirit

Awake, aware, alive!

Art in the Pit

Adding a new discipline to my schedule sometimes takes a bit. A few days ago, I fell into the pit in the middle of the street (metaphorically). I didn’t even realize it until that evening, when I became aware that I had not drunk any water (or any other liquid) all day, nor had I eaten anything. I didn’t go for the intended walk that I had committed to, and I only managed to get in 5 minutes of painting ( I have committed to 15 minutes per day no matter what) that day too.

I sat at the computer all that time, working at tedious and stressful things, in extreme discomfort and even pain. That is the dysfunctional pit that I used to get stuck in. I learned how to get out of it quite a long time ago, and even started taking a totally “different road” but suddenly this week I discovered that I had sleep-walked right back in there.

I am choosing to look at this setback as a growth challenge. I still have not walked, however I am prodding myself into active consciousness. These little lapses of self -discipline are a gentle reminder to me to open up to guidance – the Muse, higher power, whatever word works for you – because if it’s up to me to manage myself , I get too cerebral and mess things up. I begin to think that it’s up to me to figure it all out, and I literally drive myself crazy. And my art suffers. I can manage my art right into “dead”.

So I have dug myself back out of the pit, again, and I’m trying to find that different road once more.

Happy Bugs

The bugs are happy
when we dig into the pile

They run hither and dither
and then hither and yon

Oh boy! Oh boy!

More food for the fodder
more rotting vegetables
enough for the mudder

Happy day in the compost pile
Happy day in the dirt
Happy day in the sunshine
Happy day in the dark