early this morning
i hear You.
tiny wisdoms fill my heart.
small one,
step back!
the cars speed by, and you are so black –
you can barely be seen,
I try to catch you, but you are wild.
may tonite you be as safe as you are curious.
In fact, let us all be so.
Somedays my childhood comes flooding back to me,
(does Yours?)
in small big happy sad ways,
especially on holy days,
when the family comes together
in friendship and love.
Sweet Dreams.
I also wrote a short story and posted it on my other blog – its a wee bit scary, and of course has a cat in it and perhaps a dog – or two…
digging thru piles and boxes,
excavating the studio,
to reclaim my path.
You waltz in, and lie down in the middle of everything,
reclaiming what has always been Yours in the first place.
when someone is down and out, they used to say
they were in the gutter,
a low and disgusting place –
like rock bottom –
(as if the rock clans of granite and marble, sandstone and turquoise
were somehow not worthy of respect –
after all they are the ones that always catch us,
even if it is not always gently..)
which is a long winded way to say,
today,
i was feeling blue.
then
i hear a caaw
and i run to find You…
i look up and there You are on the gutter,
The blue sky outlining your rainbow black feathers –
CAW
you call to the wind.
and from above comes a response
CAW
caw
CAW
and once again Love takes flight.
three little inkspots
cavort on my lawn…
which is really just a field that has been mowed,
no grass seed had been sown here –
but it is fertile land.
kittens spring up overnight –
and scatter at my sight.
PLEASE HAVE A HEART!
Spay neuter and release –
for we have far too much of a good thing….
Saw You today,
playing in my yard,
dancing on the fence,
jumping limb to limb
over the heads of cats, dogs and me.
we all head Home in the end.
but i wonder, on nights like this –
do you too gaze up at the moon?
we stamp our feet.
we stamp our letters.
and
we stamp our art.
the first is in anger or frustration,
the second is a fee for services expected,
and the third is a seal of character,
or appreciation,
or locations of creation.
or ownerships,
authentications,
or
philosophy
or
faith.
but no stamp should ever be mistaken for what’s really important –
be it the fear behind the anger or frustration
or
the contents of the envelope
or
the practice of mediation.
just because you think you have heard it all,
probably means you haven’t –
(code for today)
Ministry of Animals 