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Bohemian birthright

Stepping into the creek with a pedicure-be-damned  attitudethe cool, cool water and earth shifted under foot lifting weight of my heavy worried thoughts of late and brightend my introspective retrospective melancholy mood…If only for a moment…. I forgot about all the discord and ugliness in the world.It was sublime.Despite an urge to give up or even kicking the bucket so to speak, it reminded me to keep filling it drop by drop.For one drop can begin movement towards becoming more moments like this. It may have been just one drop in the bucket yet,  a series of drops will eventually fill it. We decide with what to fill our buckets. We all have them… some are really heavy… sometimes we have to rest and put them down for a moment. The key is to when once again picking them up we decide what to keep and what to let wash away.

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The Cremation of Care

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Where spiders congregate
in forest deep
Redwoods see the trees
Through thickets thinned
a clearing made as glorious
Rings tossed in for dancing fares and
Gadabouts coming out to play
Shucking worlds’ roles of ruling robes
and cloaks of duty’s calling
they exhale forthwith exalted
Heard afar, a to-whit a-woo, oh who?
An owl carving carefully watches
perched precariously
on precipices of wiley limbs
steady talons tight
Wings spanning centuries wider
han ancient groves
Eyes open spying hunger for
growth satiating
Soon upon some say prey
stirring deep in thicket
Overlord is he
of then and now
and then again unfolding
Wisdom now surveyed
Swooping graciously gathering dust
then flitting off turning all to gold
Once upon a time once more
Settling within the
encampment
a branch on high lowered
Below between
dappled path
A creature begins to stir
Rising up through mire
sweet leaves’ erosion
Earth pushed aside
soft and cool and dark
Rich with promise
a creek runs babbling
On and on
about this and that
Overseeing all
whilst hearing everything of
nothingness of
Hysterical masses soothed by
A gathering brood
Collecting lost souls seeking
all for naught and night breaks
As pyres burn
temptation damned
Where spiders congregate
in forest deep
Redwoods see the trees
Through thickets thinned
a clearing made
Rings tossed in for dancing fares and
Gadabouts coming out to play
Shucking worlds’ roles of ruling robes
and cloaks of duty’s calling
they exhale forthwith exalted
Heard afar, a to-whit a-woo, oh who?
An owl carving carefully watches
perched precariously
on precipices of wiley limbs
steady talons tight
Wings spanning centuries wider
than ancient groves
Eyes open spying hunger for
growth satiating
Soon upon some say prey
stirring deep in thicket
Overlord is he
of then and now
and then again unfolding
Wisdom now surveyed
Swooping graciously gathering dust
then flitting off turning all to gold
Once upon a time once more
Settling within the
encampment
a branch on high lowered
Below between
dappled path
A creature begins to stir
Rising up through mire
sweet leaves’ erosion
Earth pushed aside
soft and cool and dark
Rich with promise
a creek runs babbling
On and on
about this and that
Overseeing all
whilst hearing everything of
nothingness of
Hysterical masses soothed by
A gathering brood
Collecting lost souls seeking
all for naught and night breaks
As pyres burn
temptation damned
souls resign their warrior state
Of this hidden earthly Valhalla
Illuminated from behind celebratory
shadows of power revealed
They came to see the moon.
They came to see the light.
Dancing under spectacle of moonlight wisdom and transforming
souls resign their warrior state
Of this hidden earthly Valhalla
Illuminated from behind celebratory
shadows of power revealed their true power.
They came to congregate.
They came seeking solace.
They came to frolic in celebratory manner.
They came to see the moon.
They,
like us all,
came to see the light.

Dolores the Daffodil

“…just be mellow…”

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Dolores,

such a patient Daffodil,

sat in waiting

deep upon a hill.

As Winter chills

slowly eased,

there she was, well….

quite mildly pleased

in knowing to

just be mellow

she’d soon burst into

bright sun yellow.

Waving bye-bye

to frostier days,

she would herald

coming warmer days.

Her lessons she gives

to one and to all

Is:

always get back up

after you fall;

Even on the coldest, darkest day

light will always in all ways

find a way

to reappear before our eyes

bringing us out of demise;

If, in the right circumstance,

we’ll find the right music and get up and dance;

To let us know

our love will grow;

despite the layers of manure,

we can always, always endure;

with patience

and a dose of love

we’ll always find

a reason to rise above.