The tail-less lizard sits beside me on the arm of the chair,
The border collie is at my feet,
And the tiniest of tabbies snoozes in the sun..
Both of whom could have been responsible
for the anole’s current lack of ballast…
Yet all were content, in the moment.
The bright red bottle brush
In full bloom sang with the songs of sparrows and cardinals,
Of butterfly and bee.
With Her branches intertwined with the budding ornamental cherry
She weaves truth.
We are beautiful together.
Do you remember the ball and cup game from childhood?
The dog in the cone can not reach her stuffed rat
Her favorite!
Slowly, she tries
Until
Scoop!
Toss!
Success!
Repeat
And squeak!
We can all still play, we just have to discover how.
I enter into the light,
I call out
You come
Tail up and purring
What do you mean trash can?
I thought it was a toy barrel!
They come
They come
Dancing through the meadow
Covered with seeds of possibilities,
Spanish Needles, beggars ticks, Carolina Geraniums,
And all the splurges,
Purslane delicacies drape across silky fur,
Goose grass also called cleavers
And Chickweed
And then they dig
Deep into soft sandy loam
Leaving scatterings of weed pods
As they seek..
What?
Frogs? Moles? The simple joy of the Earth?
We sow far more than we reap,
Let us be aware,
We are all tillers of the soil.
Standing outside
I hear You
Standing outside
I am here.
I can not see You,
I can not touch You,
But the sound of your song
And the beat of your wings
Assures me
Although sequestered
I am not alone.
You are here, too.
Out in a field
They walk,
One leashed,
One tethered by love.
One wears a cone
Not of shame,
But of healing,
The other does a healing dance
Amidst the flowering weeds
While the man patiently strolls
Under the healing sun.
Overhead
Wings of all sizes
Beat a rhythm of life
And cover the ground with shadows of flight
Honor all paths
Oh gracious Goodness
Please protect us on our fragile journeys.
Today, I planted the lamb of dog
Under a yellow rose of friendship
Seven weeks ago ,he left his body
But never my heart.
Lambs ears surround the long stemmed
new dawn.
Herbs of healing
For the final day of bardo.
Plant Love.
Let it grow.
She jumps on my bed
Leaving muddy roses
Decorating my sheets
………………………..
No mud, no lotus
Know mud,
Know love!
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