i painted a window
to hold
the golden dreams
of a
sunlit day…
but
before i could fill the window with splashes of bright,
a giant bug walked across my journal…
.
and then one flew into my hair,
and all thoughts of sunshine
vanished into my shriek .
.
who needs a zen master
slapping
when nature provides the sounds
of one hand clapping.
the rain is now a drizzle, and i feel like i am under siege from a thousand tiny vampires –
i say my prayers and in that space of grace,
.
a toad eats a mosquito.
.
i wonder…
is a little of me,
now
amphibian?
.
we are all blood relatives.
as i preached about sacred paths, and walking dogs,
he snoozed,
perhaps dreaming of the summer day
that lay
awaiting outside.
walk your path – no one else can walk it for you,
and yet, none of us ever walk alone.
.
remember, even to journal is to journey.
under the cover of night
we dream
and
discover a patchwork of freedom and truth.
Beagles!
Beagles!
everywhere!
some were silly,
some were serious,
several were scared at the doctors,
one was playing,
one was baying ,
some needed manners,
some had owners who needed manners,
but all of them reminded me of YOU.
a trinity appears before me –
jumping into my heart and soul.
.
the sun sets the rainclouds afire
as the sky begins to weep.
.
the storm over,
a chorus amphibian
sings Your praises.
.
all gods are made in the image of the imaginer –
thus
we are all made in the image of God…
but
did the tadpole envision the frog?
grim grey
painful day.
overcast skies can not prevent the indoor sunshine in smiles.
today’s wisdom: if you can make someone happy, do it.
today’s lesson: allow moments of happiness to happen.
.
nothing remains
black or white
curiosity creates the path –
Trust paves it.
the line between heaven and earth
blurs while flying.
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