Tuesday, August 16, 2011

YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT IT GOING ON



You Know You’ve Got It Going On
When Love writes a poem,
and the sun floats delightedly into that clean 
blue sky, smiles and points out the ironies 
that make you laugh
at yourself  for being so wrong 
about the many things you thought you were so right about,
When Gratitude writes a prayer
from the blessings of the present moment,
When Forgiveness releases you
from that prison of shame and resentment,
When Truth has the courage to reveal itself
creating safety for itself in others,
When Grief expresses the depths of its own Compassion
for people, things and events,
the soul sighs
and old wounds heal,
When Loneliness reminds you again
of your longing to connect 
to the spirit 
within all forms,
and the essence of others,
When Laughter lifts you out 
of the seriousness
you mistake for being grown up,
the child somersaults within you
and your grocery cart becomes
a roller coaster..

You know you've got it going on!

Monday, August 15, 2011

#19:

When God Breathes Out
The wind sings through the beaks of birds,
Poetry flows like exuberant rivers of spring snowmelt,
Joy dances like fluttering leaves of a tree,
Love envelopes everything in warm fog,
Hearts blow open and rise,
Gratitude prays in every direction,
and Peace exists Everywhere!
For just that moment 
before
God breathes in..

A Good Friend

Good news!
It only takes one friend
Twisted into the same shape as you
To reflect back
Your brilliance.

Good news!
A good friend brings out
What's best in you-
A good friend helps you make
A good friend of yourself.

Good news!
Happiness loves company too!
and..
I have a friend.

Awakening Otter
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SOUL TREASURE


Soul Treasure
So this poem walks into a bar and...
just kidding..
the walking part is true but not into a bar,
just down an unknown street,
maybe an alley..
a pointless stroll of thoughts,
rush hour traffic
in the caffeinated workshop of my mind
maybe not pointless, 
hard to say at this early juncture, 
these journeys have a way of tripping onto an insight 
laying around some corner
but maybe not, 
what is most important?
the destination
or
the walk itself?

..a GPS does not adventure make,
maybe this doesn’t really qualify as poetry, 
it’s not concise nor metaphorical, 
there are no allusions to nature
(not yet anyway), 
and it obviously has no idea where it’s headed
 or what it wants to say, 
it is itself more like
a pilgrim on a road, more like a stream,
now a boat, moored in a harbor,
now rowing through words,
capsizing-
then sinking to unfathomable depths
where lost ancient treasure chests  
resting on deep ocean floors
wait in surprisingly fine condition
to be discovered,

sunken plunder
waiting for a poem brave enough
or crazed enough 
to dive down deep enough
to salvage long lost gold, 
enchanting jewels,
childhood joy-
oh, now i see!
sometimes these poems end in a prayer 
and other times they are 
an answer to that prayer.
that’s what this walk, this poem, 
this under sea salvation 
was about after all.
recovering lost joys,
hidden treasures of the soul.
a stroll into the deep dark lost within
to find ones gold, 
Yes,
to find ones gold..