i can make rainbows from puddles!
i forge the rivulets of rested rainstorms!
i spill forth hope and all possibilities –
Pray? Play! who is to argue this is not sacred?
i can make rainbows from puddles!
i forge the rivulets of rested rainstorms!
i spill forth hope and all possibilities –
Pray? Play! who is to argue this is not sacred?
two egrets
beside the library steps –
you watch us
enter
in search of knowledge
or
respite
or
relief.
“We have no need to enter there.
Our stories are written in the wind,
in the water,
and in your heart.”
Dog and Cat about the same size,
why act like mortal enemies?
Together at the water bowl,
you have moments that teach
us the possibilities of thirst and circles.
a flock of shadows
flies across the the grass
in front of my footsteps.
I look up,
but the brightness hides the truth of their wings.
Even without a cave,
i am shackled,
yet led to share the story.
I would give you the shirt of my back,
but i think you would rather have some of my popcorn.
whatever you give, give with gratitude.
They tell you when it is going to rain,
and still you pull ahead,
into the tug of war between winter and spring.
Relax into the space between the raindrops.
You just might find some Grace overhead.
Under sleeping kitties, more pages are found.
Papers scattered on the bottom of the box
remind me of Universal Truths.
Curled up in our hearts,
Love and Understanding
sleep,
always aware of each other.
Be not afraid of who awakens first –
each will lead the other to the light.
just listen for the purr…….
do not condemn the peacock for his beauty,
nor laud him, neither.
His ostentation is the company he keeps……
what’s yours?