To be a fairy , is to be free
to float on the winds and just be
to soar like never before


the forest lays before thee
ever changing for thee is me
as the world unfolds
with treasures truly untold

as if the world a new
to see it as you flew
over and under the trees
just to feel the breeze

the trees as they move in the wind
shine in the light of day
and even better in the early days of may

as the fairy flies
through the skies
seeing so much of the world below
and just watching it grow

as the forest springs to life  
without no worries or strife
to watch the leaves fall from the trees
as new ones grow and are given a reprieve

being a fairy isn't so bad
when you look at it like I have
it maybe you look it differently
but none the less
the world is still a magical place to be
a world with you and me  
and just a little fairy or 3

Find yourself an imaginary friend
Name him or her "Jasmine" or "Mickey" or "God"
          It's been done before

Where would I be if I didn't land
Once or twice a week upside down
          Neck deep in the sand

Smell the flowers if you can
Pick one or two and carry them home
          Put them in water in a jar

Keep them there
And say "thank you"
           To God or Mickey or Jasmine

To Earth even
Love yourself
           And others too

As best you can
And if or when
           Darkness or despair or doubt

Refuse to leave you alone
Seat yourself
            In the Heart of the Woods

And take rest

Tibetan Brimstone butterflies wave wings madly at their paradise valley
In the beginning, before the beginning, and in the beginning
Their shaken snow globe makes them flutter in wild exuberance
As they reveal a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again
Peace, followed by chaos, and then by peace
Mother Luna's kaleidoscope of enlightenment
Protected by the hooded one
Holds all worlds and shakes the four seasons
Nothingness, creation, abiding, destruction
The wheel of time
Moves the wind as it’s blown by vast circles of water
Aqua marine is washed again by golden earth
And in the center, the great opal mountain song of La
Nature's peace
Beyond white leopard snows, icy winds, and empty husks of death
Butterflies are born again
Shambhala’s mindful beat opens passage for light through darkness
Poets squint and ride on wings toward the hidden sunset kingdom
Watching another world's Avalon alive beneath a blue moon
Insulated chrysalis of love for all seasons
A fisherman, a carpenter, a shepherd, a merchant, a caterpillar
Discover a lush, isolated, peach grove
Nosing thickly scented nectar and purple primrose honey
In the jade valley of the kings, queens, and beggars
They meditate under the Bodhi Tree
Deep brown ****** lines are carved into their soft olive skin
Smooth hands are made rough, and then smooth again
Young, then old, and then young once more
Wisdom setting beside Queen Spirit Mother of the West
Sharing a bowl of her rice milk in harmony
Being in the realm between man and nature as Kalachakra turns
For six years the caterpillar eats of fig
And then the wheel breaks for flight one last time
Radiating light as she sheds her glorious wings
Here, the snow globe explodes flying petals of wild exuberance
Revealing a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again
Transcending all, turning tears into the suns joyful rays
As they rise, then set, and then rise again
Nirvana
Beyond our Lost Horizon


© 2019 MJL