No mud
Know mud
No lotus
Know lotus
She brings me sticks and stones,
But never, ever has She called me names that hurt me.
You may think they are simply nursery rhymes
Or wishes upon stars
But they are prayers
And prayers get answered in the most surprising ways.
Like sticks dropped at your feet,
Like the blessing of bright eyes looking up,
Like the grace of Love.
Across the paddock
She arrived
Taking everything in stride.
.
Lessons on the hoof.
Join the chorus,
The studies tell us
Those who sing
Are happier…
Those who sing with others
Are happier still….
…
After the rain
I stepped outside
And joined the choir.
It is not the key you sing in, it is the joy you find in singing that is the key.
She sauntered in through the front door
Like she used to do before
The collie came.
She curled up side down in a pile of mending,
A relaxed tangle of legs and paws
And I thought I heard the house audibly purr.
Change is a constant,
Adjusting takes some time…
Dawn
The leaves on one side of the sunflowers are all wilted
Hanging like bats in a row
In the bright sun….
While a solitary flower booms in the cave of my heart.
…
Dusk
The sky fills with mammalian wings
Beating a staccato rhythm
Against the darkening blue
…
Above
Below
All is You.
She was a tangled mess
Of hitch hiker seeds and Spanish needles
Her bangs completely knotted over her eyes
She sat before me
Her little face upturned toward mine…
Please help?
….
Of course!
….
We all have trouble seeing sometimes
It’s okay to ask for help
When you need the planks in your eyes removed.
But judge not the specks of sawdust or seeds the the eyes of your friends.
The best dog,
Oh they are all are they not,
Comes chin on lap,
Purpled pom Pom wagging
As he smiles.
Oh poodle!
Thank you for your daily blessings…
.
Have you thanked those who have blessed you, today?
Kee
Kee kee kee
Above me
In the pecan tree
Looking up
all I could see was the patterns of the leaves against the sky
Looking down
There is a feather on the ground
How similar we are…
Earth and sky
Feather and leaf
The young horse was walked to the field
Where four horses already stood,
Three in a group
Grazing
And one watching the road.
Or me.
.
The halter on the youth was removed,
A leg kicked out into the new freedom…
And a short gambol followed.
The three grazers
Raised their heads briefly in hello,
And the watcher watched.
.
Soon all of them were standing together,
Heads down into the bright green goodness of this world.
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