they say that birds of a feather flock together…
as if to validate ideas that segregate –
but observation tells a truer story,
even if our feathers don’t match –
we all
share the same air,
and
we
land on the same earth .
they say that birds of a feather flock together…
as if to validate ideas that segregate –
but observation tells a truer story,
even if our feathers don’t match –
we all
share the same air,
and
we
land on the same earth .
a bright red bloomed from her forehead,
panic welled up inside me
as i failed to see dance of her tail and the gleam in her eye —
she was in no pain –
just a scrape! silly human woman!
would you like me to show you the hole in the fence?
i washed her up – now that was the affront! –
a dab of ointment and off she went….
while i put fence mending on tomorrow’s to do list….
The ironing board is draped with calico…
my eyes are heavy with sleep….
some days are just too full of wrinkles
to be profound and deep.
the smallest of birds flitted thru the tree
captivating the cat
the dog
and
me.
and then she
landed on a leaf!
how is it possible to be so light?
ah, a lesson in tenderness.
my mother loved waffles.
my mother loved my dog.
my mother is gone.
and so are the waffles.
the dog is still here.
.
and i could train the dog not to steal when i leave the room….
but i probably won’t….
.
looking down
i see you
so
still,
so
focused,
so
silent.
and
yet
i know,
you are ready
to spring into action
when the opportunity presents itself.
i too, must not loose focus –
i too must be ready.
i too
like
you
must practice.
Oh big brown eyes,
thank you for deep soulful looks,
thank you for soft nuzzles and warm fur,
thank you for seeing me.
.
may i always remember to see YOU as honestly as You see Me.
may i always remember to see Others as You see me.
i did not see You anywhere –
compassion seems to have fled
given way to corruption instead…
i sit outside to meditate
as i mediate the emotions of my head..
look up , says the voice within –
and there above, hidden in the ancient long leaf pine –
are the white feathers and long beaks of wisdom, goodness and the holy…
I crane my neck to see…
You.