PLAYING IN THE RAIN

A rainy day.
Seems much more
a place to play
with puddle jumps
and doggies shaking dry their fluff
‘neath bright hued leaves,

than it does
from my safe and sheltered seat
in window gray.

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LIQUID STUPIDITY

Stupidity:
a currency with high liquidity. . .

because supply is very good
the sources tend indeed to flood
as its glib and freest flow
can make it go
so far
as to ensure ubiquity–

No one’s immune:
at moments weak,
surprises come, inopportune,
and we can veer from smarter tune
with unanimity. . .

But,
though our stupid ways
at times seem set,
we need not ALWAYS groove
into a stupid rut–

We can, creative,
choose to carve a different path
as we our learning chops do cut,

which, for our spirits,
seems a run of luck,
since staying in a stupid hole,
quite stuck,
would be a needless pity.

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MAGNIFICENT NOVEMBER MORNING

the wind is up,
around the trees. . .
the rising sun
illuminates the skittish leaves,
which, now so loud
around the trees,
are rustling. . .

The fuzzy wads
stick to the eaves
where nascent moths
find rest,
and grow
their budding, wing├Ęd bodies,
sheltered from
the glare of sun
and wild-wind blow,
as they
to larva lives
bid last goodbyes. . .

The time has come
to venture out
and moth-test-drive
their strange, new forms
so that they learn
to move about
with brand-new wings
that free them up
to span the air above
the sprawl of cool but fertile earth,
replete with beasts and growing things,
on this magnificent
November morning.

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HAILING FREQUENCIES OPEN

when it’s a question
touching
long term satisfaction,

best to tend
to err
in that
you give and take
a little less,
though your capacity be great,

and thus,
leave more
for them to want
(and you)–

That’s what allows
the opening
of time and space,
to let enter
given Grace
and warmest Light
to reach your core
and soak you through.

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ORDER AND DISORDER MINGLE

order
and disorder
mingle. . .
almost with a passion. . .

something there
I can’t say where
comes to breach
the heretofore perceived
wide chasm. . .

stillness meets
movement
heats
cold
tingles. . .

crucial
things
carve panoramic openings,

and then,
when soupy growth and lightning clash,
the quite impossible
does come to pass–

and Life and miracles
do happen.

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WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE RUNNING DRY

even
when you
think you’re running dry,
and yet, step out,
look up–

You just might find
the water and the power
deep inside
is all you need
for one big reach
that lets you touch
the sky.

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SEQUENCE. . . CONSEQUENCE

Every sequence
has a consequence. . .

and, it seems
they’re not all so shiny
as the glint of sequins. . .

so,
it’s best to choose
the ones
that will arrive
at what you want,

and don’t make you strain
your heart or brain
with cotangents or with secants.

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