a VIew foR US

It’s not all gloom and it’s not all doom

we’ll get through, though we are on the brink

fortunately, we have  brains that can think

Minds are joining to learn what to do

while hands will work to see the job through

In our separate homes

we don’t have to feel alone

if we use even one of the ways

we can reach out to each other, in a day

There are many, so many, hearts that must give

just so that, they and humanity, can truly live

Maybe right now, we cannot touch hands

but certainly, we can all try to dance

There are millions of songs to sing

simply for the soul-lifting joy they bring

We can seek out laughter, to keep the opposite at bay

bright eyes and smiles can definitely lighten the way

And when fear starts to creep into your head

if it’s daytime, stay busy;  if night, read a good book before bed

In the morning, look to nature for the lessons it may bring

 after the darkest storm, the sky becomes a cloudless, deep blue, and the birds sing

And in this moment, even amidst the turmoil, still, we can embrace the beauty of a brand new spring

 

 

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The Color We All Are

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Colors lying all across the ground

yellow, orange, red, and brown

but I thought only of red

seeing this, after the trees had shed

because it’s the only human one

flowing through us until we’re done

It’s not what shows up on our skin

unless another, unkindly, breaks in

tearing us apart; instead of twirling

together, dancing and swirling

like the sweet, falling leaves

on the morning’s autumn breeze

 

 

 

 

 

Time To Think Again

Before, there was no time to think

thoughts which were mine alone

Sanity always on the brink

matter rubbing against the bone

Now, my head, in a fog so dense

seems stuck in lowest gear

But I’m driving through the darkness, on a train from whence

toward a shift into the clear

Then, when morning comes, with it’s sparkling dew

like a curious child, I shall start anew

pondering dreams my heart will send

of sunnier days, carried in on the wind

 

 

 

 

 

ifts and ips

Mind sift

blue grip

mood dips

 

Head drift

heart rip

eyes drip

 

Thought shift

outlook tips

spirits lift

 

Forgotten blip

 

 

Flowering

The tiny seed knows its place

becomes well-rooted

before showing her face

Drawn to the beauty of light

she stretches upward

to live within its sight

She drinks deeply from the sky

every time it falls

to splash and land, nearby

Limited by what she knows

she lives her whole life

reflecting on sun’s glow

and yet, somehow, she grows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blindspot

When I was blind

in a very small world

within my mind’s eye

there once lay the thought

of an undiscovered space, so beautiful

arrived at by means

of a lovely, tree-lined

light-filtered path

Within a shared dream

this would become our meeting ground

to which we could return

again and again, even as

our journey carried us forward

beyond vast waters

toward the distant line

where earth meets sky

Then, at the close of life’s measured time

shining in the light

of the glistening stars

ever bestowed with

the lightness of being

we would gratefully rejoice

in the transformative power

of a single thought

of unity

But now,  I see

 

 

 

 

 

Working On The Fullest Version

 

I’ve got a big heart

I think she weighs more than my brain

but, please don’t try to make light of her

Though she may not brim with

logic, she harbors a mind all her own

Remaining steady in rhythm; always

 anchored, in a place of serenity

Her continual beatings teach

of giving, without reservation

nor hesitation; to expand

I’ve got a big heart