
A tiny frog sat on my hand,
Longer than I dared to expect..
Oh holy tiny creature!
Reminding me
the blessings of transformation
All start
small.

A tiny frog sat on my hand,
Longer than I dared to expect..
Oh holy tiny creature!
Reminding me
the blessings of transformation
All start
small.
WHAT was that?

What WAS that?

What was THAT!
It scurried across the floor before be and dashed under the dryer…
Well almost under the dryer…
Some part was hanging out…
It was a leg,
A foot,
Oh
You are a toad!
We all may try to hide,
But all of us are really just
Hiding in plain sight
To those who bother to see.

The kite circled over us
Three times
Like a blessing of universal trinity
As we ate eggs and cheese
Tomatoes, cucumbers and stories of healing.
.
Bubbles of Italian and ripples of Spanish
Giggles in Punjabi and Taiwanese
Laughter in universal languages of joy
Filled me up as cool water enveloped me,
Sustaining me
Holding me in your everlasting embrace.
.
Floating, I look up.
The kite circling over us again.
The current carries me into eternity
in the crystal clear springs that is Blessed by manatees and tarpon,
Baptized again by You.
.
The sun sets
shimmering reflected light into the palm and oaks.
And eyes of all who can see.
The bright of day slides into the dark of shadows.
All is reflected light.
All is You.

The little white dog climbed on the table
As I was painting
The little brown bird
Who was singing
The littlest song of Spring.
.
Little things.

Sometimes we play,
Sometimes we nap.
Somedays have both,
But not every day.
Today we nap.
And help the human heal.
Soon we will play.
And nap.

Some days are messy
you just gotta walk on thru them
Somedays
Are a mess
You track every thing with you for while.
That’s ok….
There are mops…
And buckets
And Kleenex.

Cats in pain or pleasure, purr.
Perhaps, we can learn to do the same.

The dawn crested over the marsh

I drove to the airport
And watched Love take flight.

The bed of Earth awoke
Blanket flowers bloomed
Diana in pink danced
And the lions are dandy.
all who passed
Had a Spring in their step.

The goose sat on the grass
While another stood beside Her.
Honk.
HONK.
.
We never really know if we being heard
Unless we are in a dialogue
You honk and me,
I honk back…
And soon we can fly off in the same direction.