Hope

The limb

broken by the storm

has

Small green stars

Blooming from the torn bark .

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Measurements

There is no need to fight ….

Tug for play not war,

We all measure up in the eyes of Love!

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Time to get out of the water

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?

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Bayyyybeeee

Poking out of the bamboo

Was an all American bambino!

Little reminders of beginners mind are everywhere!

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Sturdy Fun

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.

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Cat pause

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.

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Full

I sit.

It is late.

I start to meditate

suddenly my lap is filled with love!

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Goo

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.

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Roadside diners

The snowbirds stopped at roadside diner

before heading north for the summer.

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Shells

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.

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