Landing

Wings fluttered past my face

Landing on the upturned visage of You

Blooming

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Promises Licked

The peanut butter jar promised treasures

If only they could be reached,

Lick,

Stretch!

Yum!

Oh,

even if you can not reach the depth of the well of desire,

You can taste the sweetness of life.

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Waiting

She sat like a golden statue,

Patient

Waiting

Longing

Until it was time to go home.

At the sight of the leash

She lept for joy!

Teachers are everywhere,

Most curricula is simple.

Be still,

Ask,

Receive.

Give thanks,

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Going South

The veil grows thin,

Visitors from the North are coming in

The wings beat the air

As their calls filled my ears…

Heralding the arrival of fall in the South…

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Looking up

She races out each morning now,

Gazing into the tree

To seek

Her ball.

The other day it went up,

And hasn’t come down since….

So she worships at the altar of possibilities…

Not understanding

That the ball is just a ball,

forgetting the hands that throw it.

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Here

The bold little dog,

An expert at escaping crates,

And climbing into hearts…,

Was asked to search.

In one deep breath

he went straight to the scent…

Here!

.

Seek and ye shall find

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Permission

The little white dog

comes to me with a small card in her mouth from the pile of recycling

Wiggling and insisting

I take it.

It is a permission slip

From a field trip long ago

Untaken…

The border collie took the card and chewed it up…

She has no need of approval of her desires,

Only the desire to bring us all along.

….

Sometimes we need others to let us know our journeys are valid.

If you need a stamp of approval,

Use this permission slip:

I am.

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