the lemon begins to ripen,
as the largest butterfly i have ever seen
fluttered her family all over the leaves.
tiny eggs dot the undersides,
gestating.
We are blessed.
We leave our possibilities
everywhere we go…
the question is who do we trust to nurture them?
oh enough about Eden,
this is it.
Yes, you are here.
no, i’m not evil, and this isn’t a tree, its a shrub.
Still, this IS Eden.
and
YES, You are here.
talk to the hand
or the paw.
’cause whatever it is,
i just can’t hear it right now.
that doesn’t mean i’m not listening –
it’s just that i’m still dreaming.
fierce mama chicken,
feathers flaming,
can you not see the possibilities of the egg?
The Spanish Needles (Bidens Alba)
are covered with white blossoms, and dark needles,
and honeybees!
Together, they make honey.
Separately they both sting.
one in fear, the other to grow.
Bidden or unbidden –
we bloom where we are planted.
and if we are not scared,
we grow and share life’s sweetness.
i look into a mirror
that held your face,
but all that is reflected back is my own.
you look into my face
and tell me all it mirrors back
is
You.
somedays
you wake up,
help wake up some other bodies,
they help others wake up,
and by afternoon –
everyone is ready for a nap.
for we need to keep the dream alive.
a black butterfly with white lace trim,
lands on my face…
startling me
back to grace.
my world is purpled perfect!
Ministry of Animals 