Trees tremble in fear,
as Earth’s fever drains the lakes.
Spring lambs still sleeping
Soft light from afar,
the new buds need attention.
Bees remain divine.
Spring’s colors fading,
Summer blooms soon in season.
Seedlings need water.
Epi’s bloomed briefly,
cactus flowers much the same.
I must call my Friends.
Turning toward others,
living with an open heart.
Peace will come with love.
I’m told
I’m in a twelve week
healing process.
Spirit arrived sooner.
I’ve been lighting
one candle.
Maybe I should light two,
live more brightly.
Cleaning up my
spiritual windows
allows me to see the Light.
Today, I am aware,
once more, yet once more,
that wars are fought
by our children,
and by theirs.
Today, I am reminded
again, yet again,
how no one
hates war more
than the warrior.
While others ask,
can we still speak to God,
I prefer to sit in silence,
listening for my stage directions
from the Universe.
My body might be bruised,
sometimes broken,
but my spirit remains
healthy, whole, complete.
No matter the temporary condition.
there need not be
collateral damage to my soul.
Identify with nothing.
Nothing is
a good thing
to achieve.
Nothing to wish for,
nothing to crave.
Only our memories
are worthy to save.
Things change,
power passes.
What a waste of time
to place one’s name
on high.
There’s so much need for Good,
for helping selflessly.
What a waste of energy
to leave the high road for
the low.
I’ve been poor before, really poor.
No food, no money, no job, no ideas,
always been afraid it could happen again.
Careful as I am, it’s not going to show up soon.
How, then, will success be measured?
Perhaps it’s in how well I manage change.
Maybe it’s in just letting the change occur.
Whatever’s coming, there are a few things I know.
I would like to laugh too much.
I will allow crying when it’s necessary.
I wish to be happy, healthy and at peace.
So, it’s not really change that’s due, at all.
It’s simply transformation.
