Oh Freedom!

He’s a prisoner in a Mercedes Benz
Though he doesn’t know it
His jailer is the State of Mind
He’s the poorest man I know.

Though he doesn’t know it
There’s more to Man than a full wallet
He’s the poorest man I know
Though he doesn’t’ show it.

There’s more to Man than a full wallet
Peace doesn’t live in possessions
Though he doesn’t show it
He’s starving despite degrees.

His jailer is the State of Mind
Peace doesn’t live in possessions
He’s starving despite degrees
He’s a prisoner in a jalopy.

Origins

From a small seed begins life
Cracked open in the dark damp ground
Strong roots send up strong shoots
Reaching for the light.

Cracked open in the dark damp ground
Curled up full of possibility
Reaching for the light
Slowly unfolding peacefully.

Curled up full of possibility
Branches stretch toward the sky
Slowly unfolding peacefully;
An ancient tree dreaming.

Strong roots send up strong shoots
Branches stretch toward the sky
An ancient tree dreaming
From a small seed begins life.

Interweave

Yesterday I gathered wool

Granny wove, once upon a time,

With sundried grass and husks of gold,

Vines of honeysuckle and grape, fresh to behold.

 

Granny wove, once upon a time,

Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor

She was fresh to behold, circled with vines

Deftly shaped by her strong and supple fingers.

 

Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor

She serenely wove this precious gift,

Deftly shaped by her smooth fingers,

A basket filled with dreams.

 

She serenely wove this precious gift

With sundried grass and husks of gold

A basket shaped for dreams;

Today I filled it with peas.

Grandmother Gladys


From once plump beginnings she’d come
Bearing nectar for bees and butterflies
Fluttering with short sweet breaths
That gladden the hearts of those weary.

Bearing nectar for bees and butterflies
She opened herself to giving small beauties
That gladden the hearts of those weary
Traveller’s who’ve lost their way.

She opened herself to giving small beauties
Though time marked her darkly withered, shrunken, different;
Traveller’s who’ve lost their way
In stillness find her offering gifts yet.

Though time marked her darkly withered, shrunken, different
From once plump beginnings she’d come;
In stillness find her offering gifts yet
Fluttering with short sweet breaths.

Seasoning

snoweman

 

 

The ground rests, covered with a dusting of salt,

Pearly grains glisten side by side;

My footsteps rouse them where they lay

Releasing crunching noises as I pass over.

 

Pearly grains glisten side by side,

Each beginning its descent from above,

Releasing crunching noises as I pass over

Making the air visible.

 

Each beginning its descent from above,

Dancing solo, then in pairs, in groups of threes and sevens,

Making the air visible;

Heavenly Snow flutters toward an Earthly destination.

 

Dancing solo, then in pairs, in groups of threes and sevens

My footsteps rouse them where they lay

Heavenly Snow flutters toward an Earthly destination

The ground rests, covered with a dusting of salt.

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