11,200 songs to sing
orchestrated by my divine self.
11,200 opportunities to hear
my grand song and dance.
11,200 vibrations
to align me with love.
11,200 reasons
to love my essence
and the gift of life.

Every human is a sacred being wearing a hominid costume.
One adorned with different features and gifts.
Its up to the soul to orchestrate its whereabouts.
Its up to the heart to lead for a grand experience.

Having a good listening ear is a virtue.
One to be treasured though some people
don't know how to whisper thanks.
They only know how to whisper woes.

carry a flashlight in my heart.
The kind I light when dark days ascend
into my waking moment.

Lucky for me...
battery-like pulsations
of a conscious mind
never run out.

Before pasture of dandelions,
I take a lion-like breath,
reading self to release pods of aspirations.

Chest expands with huff and puff action,
while seedlings fly.
Fairies invisible aid to guide pips to anchor.
To Settle on Gia’s sacred ground
so field of dreams can blossom.

Listen not to others,
but your own heart.
It beats with melodies
of your greatness
and plays 24/7
to remind one
that they are sacred.

Endless poems surface
from poets river in mind.
Waves containing fish-like words
move gracefully
as pen becomes oar.

Woven net of breath
captures some
while others are thrown back
for expansion.

catch is laid
on white screen-like table
cleaning them
before displaying my prizes.

Soon they are ready
for a wandering eye,
as I a poet fisherman continues to troll.