your dreams are your own.
yet…..
maybe we have one or two in common.
walking around a fort,
a castle,
walking around a prison,
walking around
where there was once fear and uniforms,
now are tired feet and costumes.
the air is filled with suntan lotion and hope.
and there You are,
grinning a grin of truth.
Peace is possible.
to be able to put things in the correct perspective,
the art teacher says to put everything in a box.
but somehow the idea that i must box everything up,
seems contrary
to gaining perspective…..
company
is coming?
Company is Coming!!!
COMPANY IS HERE!
but now is time for bed.
where are you going?
ah, it is always the simple questions that contain the greatest wisdom…
We silly humans
put each other up on pedestals,
or ourselves
under them.
we are all intertwined,
the tree is circled with the vine,
the bird at the top
cleans
the forest floor.
we are all needed,
like never before.
the laundry leopard –
panther of my lap,
leaps
off
without warning.
“why?” i ask startled by the sudden departure…
“Places to go, things to see” came the reply.
“How can that be?”
“when there is only here?” i wonder…..
“True, there is only Here,
but You are everywhere!
thus,
i got places to go, people to see.”
meanwhile i am left finding God in the folds of fresh laundry.
i sit
trying to work.
trying to write.
to write words that speak
to higher and lower places of longing and belonging.
You sit
on my lap.
simply sitting.
having no care for words at all.
no longer longing, simply belonging.