
Wings fluttered past my face
Landing on the upturned visage of You
Blooming

Wings fluttered past my face
Landing on the upturned visage of You
Blooming

The peanut butter jar promised treasures
If only they could be reached,

Lick,
Stretch!
Yum!

Oh,
even if you can not reach the depth of the well of desire,
You can taste the sweetness of life.

She sat like a golden statue,
Patient
Waiting
Longing
Until it was time to go home.
At the sight of the leash
She lept for joy!
…
Teachers are everywhere,
Most curricula is simple.
Be still,
Ask,
Receive.
Give thanks,

The veil grows thin,
Visitors from the North are coming in
The wings beat the air
As their calls filled my ears…
Heralding the arrival of fall in the South…
…

She races out each morning now,
Gazing into the tree
To seek
Her ball.

The other day it went up,
And hasn’t come down since….
So she worships at the altar of possibilities…
Not understanding
That the ball is just a ball,
forgetting the hands that throw it.

The bold little dog,
An expert at escaping crates,
And climbing into hearts…,
Was asked to search.
In one deep breath
he went straight to the scent…
Here!
.
Seek and ye shall find

A dust bunny and a teddy bear
Had a baby.
One groomer kept trying to turn them into a schnauzer ,
Others scissored the soft grey fur into a Poodle
Or a possibly a very small Portuguese Water Dog
Til finally their human gave up and let them be themselves,
Ultimate Cuteness.
…………..
The moral of this story is:
Stop trying to be who others think you are,
You are far more beautiful when you let your true self shine.
……”
Or perhaps the moral is:
don’t worry if your house isn’t the cleanest…
You just might be creating your own kind of special beauty!