
The limb
broken by the storm
has
Small green stars
Blooming from the torn bark .

The limb
broken by the storm
has
Small green stars
Blooming from the torn bark .

There is no need to fight ….
Tug for play not war,
We all measure up in the eyes of Love!

The sky was blue
And filled with birds,.
The water was clear,
And filled with people…
The wind blew,
Clouds rolled in.
And the birds?
Where did they go?

Poking out of the bamboo
Was an all American bambino!
Little reminders of beginners mind are everywhere!

The rain had stopped,
The class had started.
And there, wagging and sturdy,
short legged, curly hair, chubby
And willing
She began to learn the basics of a sport
Some might think was designed for others more lithe than She.
Sport
Is another word for fun!
Don’t forget to play,
EVERY DAY.

I reach for the paper,
I pick up the brush, dip it in ink…
And there You are…
Purring and playing.
And I can think of nothing else.

I sit.
It is late.
I start to meditate
suddenly my lap is filled with love!

All day today the garden was filled with encouragement.
No one really talks to you
about
the time in between caterpillar and butterfly …
Cocooned.
Sounds nice, safe, even cozy.
In reality,
You are goo.
And that is ok.
Patience.
You will fly.

The snowbirds stopped at roadside diner
before heading north for the summer.

The Newly Bright Green whispers to me on gossamer wings –
Leaving behind what she no longer needed.
All that remained was a shell on the lintel,
Leaving us to ponder the mysteries of transformation.