i couldn’t hear what they were saying,
but i think it had something to do with love…
or cookies…
.
why not both?
i couldn’t hear what they were saying,
but i think it had something to do with love…
or cookies…
.
why not both?
so the little dog would not leave the room,
too scared to pass the great green monster of suction —
she cowers behind it, even though it is unplugged and silent….
terror is like that…
in truth the mechanical demon has never actually harmed her –
although it has inhaled the remnants of some chewings and tatterings of toys…
but fear uses fodder like that —
it is usually far more about the imagination than the actualization –
it is about possibility not reality……
but mostly it is about trust….
do you trust this present moment?
this one,
right now?
sifting thru the layers of my life,
i go outside,
into the garden
to collate and compose –
and there She is –
silently, gracefully, gliding on a slim branch –
effortlessly She teaches me the circus arts –
we all walk the high wire…
and the only net is Indra’s.
in the mists of the sunrise, a squirrel chatters
and a bird i can not see laughs at me, heartily…..
tis not the morning after,
this the dawn of a new day –
look around you –
the evergreen that ever was is still here –
as am I,
as are You.
With a tail that would not stop wagging,
She was excited to wear the hat….
unless it was the cheese…
after all,
all of us come into this world naked … it takes practice to wear any uniform…
either way She brings gifts every time she appears –
thank heavens it’s more than once a year!
you never know what’s around them,
corners, that is…
they can be full of surprises…..
like life….
no path runs in a straight line.