The veil grows thin,
I step into
A harvest of happy souls
As tangible as breath,
Purring the past into the present,
Padding into my heart.
Head to head can mean heart to heart.
Crossing the bridge,
The vast expanse of sky and water…
The emptiness is full of life.
To achieve the goal,
Remember who You are….
And act accordingly.
at the top of the treehouse
sat scouting the web of life.
Like a perfect plume, a cinnamon bun,
an Enzo of fur
Perched on the bum of the perfect gentlemen pug,
What a beautiful tale to tell Of beautiful tail!
Long may You wag!
The front lawn was filled with ibis
Gathering together in the light of the sunset…
Every where is hallowed ground.