All is stillness
As I wade in the clear waters of Lake Michigan.
Liquid ice and fog
Gently roll away revealing sun and sky.
I walk with the fishes….
No sleeping allowed…..yet we dream.
All is stillness
As I wade in the clear waters of Lake Michigan.
Liquid ice and fog
Gently roll away revealing sun and sky.
I walk with the fishes….
No sleeping allowed…..yet we dream.
I am a lover of art.
I am a lover of reality.
In the sculpture garden people gather and excitedly point into the stillness
Is it real?
Is it art?
Slowly the crane moves,
Stalks her dinner,
And eats it.
As if to answer
Yes, I am.
And so are you.
There are all kinds of minks, munks, and monks.
There are rats of musk and wood and hood.
We are everywhere, even if you don’t see us…
We are here….
So why are you so surprised by our presence?
It is simply a reminder that nun of us are exempt.
This is life.
You are here.
think outside the box,
let yourself
tumble out and fall through.
what you think of as chaos
is grace,
you can find peace
in any place.
because You are here.
and i am
here
too.
Traveling with dogs
Seeking fence posts and virtual posts
Finding love everywhere I look
In wagging tails and strangers smiles
And no access to ink….
Thus think
Of the picture here,
And there
Where ever is always now.
oh dear ol’ rooster,
somedays we have much to crow about,
somedays,
just getting waking up is reason enough –
still –
look how far we’ve come!
i just woke up
and like your tears
it just spilled out…..
and while you may call it an accident.
or say i made a mistake –
grass and carpet are so similar under old feet –
do please stop your waterfall
and i will wear your sillyb cummerbund
but only if i get the bow tie to go with it.