There was a snake in the road ahead,
He or she was really truly dead.
I drove by and began to cry.
I remember
A road trip as a kid,
The car ran over a snake, it did!
I screamed but was told,
Not to worry,
The snake would be fine,
It was round and would just roll with the tires,
And not get hurt.
And as I looked back,
I saw it move,
It moved as I looked back, it did
so I believed him,
And he asked,
“Have you seen lots of dead snakes in roads?”
And I had to admit I had not…
“See,” he said, as if the experience of a six year old was expansive,
“I am telling the truth.”
But he was lying,
To stop me from crying.
And it did.
For a while.
Until today.
Now I cry grown woman tears for snakes and fears.
.
Telling the truth is important,
but it is also important to listen to the truth.
seek the truth,
share it.
Do not let your true self get run over.
A flutter by my feet,
And floosh –
A little yellow bird flew out from under the table
Up into the blue blue sky
Like a Kaddish prayer,
A psalm,
A possibility.
The spaniel stopped.
The spaniel sat
Unsure of where the path ahead was….
.
Her human clapped her hands and waved
attempting in vain
To show Her the way.
Still
She sat.
.
Suddenly
She cocked her head and knew just where to go!
.
Sometimes
No matter what others may say,
If you can not see a path over the obstacles in your way,
If can not find the path forward,
The best course
Is to take a moment,
A Contemplation,
And soon a way will be shown to you…
Then,
Then!
You jump.
The crow stood on the iron rail of the cupola
Cawing loudly at the costumed kids,
As I carried a large pumpkin in my arms.
I wonder about the mise en scene of the world.
.
The veil is Growing thin,
Do the crows call the ancestors in,
Or simply herald their arrival?
Welcome all,
Welcome here,
Welcome now.
You may see
By the side of the road
a person walking a dog.
Look again.
By the side of the road is a person and a dog
Traveling together.
Flock together,
Fly towards hope.
Even if it means going in a different direction than you had planned.
Even if it means you don’t know the destination.
Trust you were given wings for a reason –
Fly.
Reach for the moon!
Dream in the silver light.
.
But…
Seeking the moon is only reaching for reflected light,
Do not be distracted!
Bathing in the moonlight is also
Baptizing yourself with the sun…
The universe is round…
Reflect light back to all you see.
It is the gift of life.
The veil grows thin,
I step into
A harvest of happy souls
As tangible as breath,
Purring the past into the present,
Padding into my heart.
Head to head can mean heart to heart.
Welcome home!
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