I trapeze with breath and eyes
cross page of write
It tickles in a golden tone
that opens heart.

I swing from word to word,
Phase to phase,  
and Verse to Verse.

I glide in a place
where there’s no time
but for the bird
who whistles at dawn.

I trapeze graceful
with gratitude
for a poets treasure
that graces the mind.

Oh if we could rewind our consciousnesses
and learn to make our lives more peaceful.

To expand without the pain
and uncomfortable
circumstances

To step out of bed in morn
and just play never having to
move in a fast forward walk.

But alas that would leave us
with no hands on experience
and ability to look back
and see how far
we have evolved.

No way to thank those of dark
who brought us to light.

Some say our human lives
are like a riddle.
To be figured out...
reasoned with,
played inside its song,
and sometimes laughed at.

I say, life is
a bowl of amazing fruit
and when pits are gotten
one must just replant it
and watch it grow divinely.

Or let your consciousness expand
as you move into
an orchestra pit in mind
and play with the musical instrument
of the heart.

In the jeweled dew of
daybreak I sit,
upon land
raising hand in prayer.

Birds plant seeds
of song in ears.
They are the songs
of gratitude
for the treasures of life
before me.

My treasure chest opens
with golden nuggets
of memories.
The good and bad
that serve my soul.

My riches supply
insights and visions,
to launch my vessel
of human form
with grace and style.

And so I glide
in a day of
endless possibilities
and miracles
that push my sails
to harbors where
perhaps our eyes will meet.

Oh to think...
just 66 years
and 358 days ago
I was born.
Just a kid destined to
have grand experiences
good and bad.

Oh to think...
Soon I shall embark
on year 67.
Mystery and miracles
do wait at my doorstep.

Oh to think...
more huddles to jump
and gold metals to get.  
More tears to cry.
and hugs to collect.

More wisdom to gather.
and gratitude to shout.
More friendships to make,
as I move about.

More dances to take
as miracles soar
my souls journey blossoms
in peace thats for sure.

Jokes are the fuel,
to jumpstart day.
A day when eyes get clouded
by darken sky.
As dreams need to be
put on back burner
when life grabs.

Laughter is the fuel
to jumpstart our day
when heart battery is low.
and the need to ignite
with breaths intention calls.

Jokes...
the gift wrapped up in a moment
where the internet is just a click away.

And I shall move
dressed in gentle breeze
of aspirations.
Searching for the
one to fill my heart
with love.

I move, in forest walls
and open lands
carrying backpack of faith
and hope.

I dart from pond to pond
hoping to see my prince
emerge who will
shelter my dreams.

Time passes,
as I embrace the sun
welcoming its friendship
and encouragement.

As I surrender
to realize
many a frog must be kissed
before finding
my beloved princeling.

Ribbit Ribbit, me thinks I
hear his song.