Contentment

 In my Nakedness , I stand open  . . .                    
 invoking what comes next.

 Inherently choosing where I belong
  in each new moment.

In the stillness of the mind
In the loudness of the world
In the music of the forest
In love
Alone . . .

Exploring each direction ,
trying on each new idea ,
feeling the texture and depth of each splendorious skin .

A continuious regeneration of scenery.

I am immersed in the deeper tones of later years,
with well traveled perspective.
Now all a lyrical illumination.


Lark

Lightness

                           The more I empty out  , the less there is to carry,
 I am becoming lighter and lighter , lightest  . . .  until I can fly.

Tears running like a river , laughter continious , sickness , gone for now .
                      Exhaling , inhaling, sorting through the gray matter . . .

People flowing . .  in and out on a breeze.

Never ending friendships that will always remain . . .
              they stay the same ,they are weightless ,
                      yet worth more than gold.

I believe we choose people who help us travel
             through our deepest corridors.
Showing us how to let go , inspiriting our dance in this spiral of life.

 messenger's that assist us
                    in seeing  that which is hidden in ourselves.

 These divine souls are the mirror ,
          reflecting what we sometimes choose not see  .

 If we can but grasp the opportunity to accept our reflection
 of the not so perfect pieces that lie before us .

And just love ourselves unhinged , as we are.

Making our journey on the the wings of a butterfly.



Lark

Something beautiful from Emerson

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful.
We must carry it with us ,
or we find it not.


Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mothers medicine

I finally ventured out of my cocoon today.

I couldn't stand being inside for one more second.
Having recycled my germs over and over , I'd had enough . . .
I don't care what anybody says , I am going outside !!!!!

It was heaven to feel . . . everything . . .
that clean fresh air sinking in to my lungs,
erasing any remnance of creature's that might still be lurking there.

The smell of the morning dew on the pine and the cedar . . .
I am breathing all of this in ,fully.
This oxygenated medicinal brew .

Savoring the sun on my face , on my body ,
enveloping me in its warm embrace .
Healing me .

I am immersed in the return chorus of the geese ,
filling the silence of the woods ,
orchestrated by the awakened running of the stream.


I feel so much better.

I knew my mother would take care of me.

 Healthy M'Larky

Spring ahead

               Gazing out my window this morning ,
               I find myself longing to be ''out there''.
              In that fresh rising mud , surrounded by the remains
                     of winters black and white.

                 Thank God for the cardinal !

             Now comes forth the color , welcomed by all.
             Crisp newly born greens , sky blue sky , warm yellow sun.
             The return of green mallards beak.

              Soon to arrive , poppy reds , bachelor button blues , lavenders,
                lilac's and purple lupine.

             Let us not forget the rainbow iridescence of dragonfly.

             Oh how I do love Spring . . .
             It beckons me forth and out the door I go .


        Lark

Pneumonia

In this state of pause . . .
my body dissonate with the outside world.

I go within.

With my revived awareness ,
I see the scattered pieces before me , luminious.
Showing me the way .

I gather the pieces , connecting them back into wholeness,
Feeling the texture of myself again
 healing myself to holiness.


Lark