January 2012

I feel like a fool a simpleton – slow and smiling at the pleasure of picking up my cup sniffing the aroma putting my lips to the rim tipping, tipping carefully as the hot steam rises tasting the taste of mango strawberry stop nothing more or less no ideological expos é s existentialist philosophies not…

seed you are a mystery trust yourself to the wind toss beads of sweet wisdom into the river of life repeat Your Self over and over again

flow like a flower bud … blossom … decay you are more than your thoughts emotions body flow lightly neither grasping nor clinging float like a petal certain of the wind

words like quilt pieces come together one by one make beauty dazzle me with their reverence

sing me the lullaby of oneness inclusivity love

friend who dwells within be with me today guide my pen            as I pause into your stillness open the flow of words               from your silence fill me with faith purpose