Discover
the movement
of the body
is a gift
the movement
of the mind
is a magic gift
the movement
of the spirit
is beyond
a gift
to forget this
to lose this
lose touch of this
is detrimental
to our very being
our existence
above ground
the seeker inside
must be a child
who wakes up from a nap
and is
truly awake
truly present
in the moment
missing nothing
wasting nothing
all gifts in motion
like the waves
in the sea
flowing
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Snow Day
there’s glitter
in the air
it shimmers
like white sand
and sparkles like the sea
stars on a cold night
the dew on grass
drops of rain on a branch
diamonds crunching
underfoot
a chandelier of icicles
overhead
a pauper is king
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Something Green
you don’t have
to have
a hundred acres
to be happy
you don’t even have
to have
a backyard
to be happy
dirt is free
natural and abundant
dig some up
and put some in a pot
or a container
or whatever
and put some holes
at the bottom
drain out the water
seeds or rooted plants
don’t care where
you put ‘em
whether it’s a hundred acres
or the backyard
or a single pot
something good will grow
if you water it
and put it in the sun
and hum
you’ll be happy
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The Unexpected
never ever really
been
a jewelry-kinda-gal
I like pearls
yes
and that’s about it
or so I thought
and I wasn’t even shopping for myself
looking for something special
for my daughter for Christmas
when my eye got caught
on something blue
it was a ring
in a simple setting
and as soon as I put it on my finger
I knew
I had to have it
but I wasn’t shopping for myself
so I stood there
like a fool
staring at it under the glass
mumbling to myself
what am I doing
I’ve never bought myself jewelry like that
but that day
something came over me
and there was no way
I was leaving
without it
and the nice lady
even wrapped it up gold
with a ribbon
as if I could wait ‘til Christmas
soon as I got in the car
I ripped it open
and put it on my finger
and sighed with relief
the color of the stone
soothing
reminds me of the sky
and blue water
it’s like having a teeny tiny pond
always on hand
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Vibration
the ground
is cold
so cold
to the touch
you forget it was ever
warm
maybe it’s warm below
or maybe it’s ice cold
the wind is winter
birds do not bathe in winter
breath of smoke
like a chimney in a row
a cup of coffee carried
the snow fell
like an afterthought
and then decided why not
and covered the ground
clouds on the grass
I do not walk on clouds
I swim in the sea
and bathe like a bird
the water warm with suds
toes tangled in seaweed
so much of life is left in a wake
the compass cuts four ways
just hatched turtles
have no choice
they belong in the ocean
a line in the sand
disappears
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Progress
on this
the new day
of the new year
what is it
that causes you
to pause
and reassess
we all have an internal list
of sorts
spoken and unspoken
acknowledged and unacknowledged
mine is long … and tedious
much of the same old same old
but there are a few things
big things
I’ve taken off the list
this year
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