You passed again today
through my wandering mind
your dusty shadow
shimmering in the graying light
I followed among the scattered leaves
that blow with whispers
so near the winds of thought
and wonder where you lead
Yet there is a ray of simmering light
amidst the darkened hollow
that echos in my brain
A day will come
when you shall stop
and slowly turn around
And in this precious moment
my eyes will finally learn
who hides behind the chase
The rutted road
winding
unfamiliar paths
carved by years
The rolling tracks of scraping tears
and curving twist of mirth’s sharp shape
A body once
so ripe and round
now clinging close
decaying dark
in parts unseen
Sluggish now to greet the day
but still its beauty
sweet
For each step sacred
the more
and more
we take
Today is different for me than most. A day to reflect on the inhumane treatment of animals and the continual sacrifices they must make to feed humans. I hope someday it stops.
And the centuries old disrespect and disregard of Americas Native people. It is one of our truly disgraceful periods in history.
Sure, I have plenty to be thankful about–but on this particular day, I would rather reflect on these two topics since they tie into this ‘holiday’. It has been a hard day for me for many years; today I am saying so.
May the future bring more comfort and peace to lives of those we take for granted.
There is an otter swimming in the tub
and chimps that wear evening gloves
Sometimes a little gray mouse
playing music with her beloved spouse
Or a drowsy dreamy sloth
sipping upside down chicken broth
And the sleepy lion laying near
is too lazy to really fear
While nearby drying with a towel
found in the bathroom is the owl
In every corner of these rooms
birds chat with Vidal Sassoon
On a chair tucked away in the back
some lumbering bear his toupee so black
Little creepy crawly insect things
with ancient writing on their wings
All these creatures just hanging plain as day
looking like they’re here to stay
Maybe it’s all not so bad
the outside world is just as mad
Why
when I hear
birds
on a silent day
am I transported
upon their notes
and
in the wind
to another time
when those songs
came drifting
down from the sky
Glitter finds it way to me
in little quiet gulps
while I sit
and lean my head
softly against the chair where I rest
It is my own
shooting star
flashing across
my daydream existence
Leaving
wishes in its wake
Lie lie my darling
across the moon beam bed
while you toss among the nightmares
and the monsters in your head
In daylight hours the dreams
are hidden far away
We walk together tangled
the light will show the way
Lie lie my darling
across the moon beam bed
while you toss among the nightmares
and the monsters in your head
But as the dark veil grabs you
and fear pulls you down
I feel I cannot reach you
while you’re lost to midnight sounds
So lie lie my darling
across the moon beam bed
And fight your tortured dream world
kill the monsters in your head
Yes lie lie my darling
across the moon beam bed
For I will always be here
Singing away the dread
For I will always be here
Singing away the dread
I was not a cat
In any of my past lives
Because I can’t sleep!
Some days when we start our days with prayers and meditation, something vibrates in the air. It follows us around and caresses us with each encounter and makes them sweeter. There is a tint to the light that is subtle, shimmering and shedding an aura that brings comfort.
These days stand out and leave gems in our path. Unexpected gifts for us to savor. Take them while you can for tomorrow is another day. The glamour of today’s magic may have drifted on into the mystery of life’s beating heart. And it may simply be a day like any other.
