THE OTHER DAY IN THE PARK I SPIED A WHITE SQUIRREL!
LATER:
We remember a past life,
later she opens her heart completely;
gratitude beats out!
I Cry.
She Cries.
THIS SCENE PLAYS OUT IN THE KITCHEN
OF THE TOUR GUIDE THROUGH THE
MATRIX, WHERE SHIPIBO PATTERNS
ALIGN THE INSIDE OF HIS LOFTY DEN.
The Tour Guide introduced us
to the timeless Oracle Pixie Swan
who paints 10 years into the future.
FOR DINNER:
we weave golden sunset light
in good convo's about the human
experience unplugging the people.
IN THE MORNING:
we watch the gray clouds burn away
as they slowly unzip the sun unto a quiet Toronto cityscape.
We run into old friends
serendipitously pin-balling from all over the world
yet conversations continue,
with some new jokes & banter
about mistaking white squirrels & seagulls
but overall, talking the same magical words
as we are with our old soul timer families.
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THROUGHOUT THE DAY:
How grateful we are
to be blessed with a life of travel
& living creatively
while a few live vicariously through our
mostly unplannet planned adventures
spanning warm shores of Bali
to cold pole warm toes in Toronto.
How grateful our beings
made whole holy feel.
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