Tag Archives: interspirituality

How now brown cow?

I opine about bovine That I can not see They are just down the road from me But too far to walk Both of us bound by railings To keep us safe. Oh beautiful sacred world, May we reach out … Continue reading

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Wake up

At the foot of my bed a calico cat opens Her golden green eyes Reaching for my toes with pink and black roses. How do you know you’ve been asleep? You wake up! STRETCH!

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Waves

With the smallest of breezes The trees wave blessings. The little white dog Drops the world on a string at my feet. ………..

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True Beauty Heals

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 … Continue reading

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Tillers of the Soil

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 … Continue reading

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Here/Hear

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. … Continue reading

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Fields of healing

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 … Continue reading

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