She sounded out in a jocular fashion,
ranting and raving as she danced.
One never knows what will come.
when pugged into the vortex of creative forces.

MAYBE, today she will walk singing purposely out of tune
with words that make no sense, for people to appreciate the gift of language.
PERHAPS, she will wear her cloths backwards and carry an umbrella opened on a sunny day, for people to appreciate the sunshine.
PERCHANCE she will have that urge to climb a ladder to no where to water the concrete, for people to remember to water their dreams as they move in city.

People might think she had too much coffee or ****, and back away.
                                                  but I know better.
Passerby's might think she was ****** or had a few screws loose,
                                                  but I know better.
Residents might even go so far as to label her and escort her to a white padded room,                         but I know better.

I KNOW, she's a master under the cloak of insanity here to teach all.
I KNOW, she is a creative genius allowing us to possibly step out of our narrow boxes in mind if we just try.
I KNOW, we can learn from her, if we awake and dare to open our minds and hearts.

I prefer to watch with a students eyes to the guru present.
For I would rather celebrate the one who in the moment moves in whimsical fashion.
Yes I choose to release judgement and move joyfully connected with all.
And perhaps, once I integrated fully her attitude and mannerisms just maybe I will be the one who wears the precious label of wacky.  

Then, I will know I am in my heart, connected to my creative self,
and the divine.


StarBG © 2017