our covid masks secure, our voices raised in hopes of clarity
miscommunication runs rampant
lost features could translate
i’ll never know
but in the aftermath of things that will never be resolved
i wonder if perhaps
while our personalities, tightly clothed in our stories
play a games of ball in which no one catches anything
our Spirits run in perfect harmony
free and wild
in spaces that would blow our teeny tiny minds…
• • •
Happy Saturday, Beautiful People!!!
what a beautiful sigh of relief the world will take
what a sweet celebration that will be!
stardust champagne for all
and a toast whose “clink!” of happy glasses
serenades the beautiful Milkyway herself!
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i’ve got lots of words
but none are vying to talk
silent, happy us
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whoever we are, wherever we are, whatever our life may hold:
they are in our every breath, our shoes, wrapped tight in our pillows
draped all about our dinner plates, in the whispers of the trees
and the wonderfully incessant hum of the crickets
in the mad frenzy of a firefly “I’m brightest!” competition
a traffic jam and the graceful rising of the moon
they run wildly out of our faucets dancing through the flow like children aching to play
and are woven into every moment we sit silent
no matter what we’re hearing they wrap themselves around every word
we cry, we laugh, we ignore, we ponder, we pray, we ache, we forget, we help, we play, we worry, we allow ourselves to stop and just Be….
they are the ground that supports us while our story unfolds
our every single moment, action, experience
are permeated with and wrapped a million-fold in most loving prayers from
our beautiful world-family
and ever-present Absolute
LOVE
itself
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nowadays, to my ears, the news casters sounds like adults in Charlie Brown’s world:
wah wah wah, wah wah, wah wah wah
my brain jumps off the couch and although i see their mouths moving
my heart aches deeply and hums fragmented songs with its fingers in my ears
there is a vast realm of my psyche that can only wait
just breathe, send out love and wait
but the numbers………they speak loud and clear
and register on every level
• • • • • • •
Sending out prayers and Love to All of You who are in the thick of this. I am so sorry for all You are going through and all of Your losses….there simply aren’t adequate words. Please know You are held in the world’s heart and so much Love surrounds You even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.
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