I’m at the wooded entrance
just parked my car and I observe
fresh drops of rain on the Ford next door
with a robin
slipping and sliding
Up to the roof
of the car
her feet grasping
a slippery front window
like a cartoon character
wiry legs spinning
to reach the top
She flies down
to the side-view mirror
and flaps her wings continuously
peering at herself
thinking it’s someone else
She can’t quite place the face
or find a place to land
but flaps a bit more
searching for the reflection
then lands on the ground below
Flying up to the hood again
her legs begin sliding
furiously upward
She raises herself against resistance
then lowers down
and views her shadow self
reaching to contact
the image
Thirteen times she encircles the space
then at last
distracted by something above
Another bird perhaps
or a place to go and rest
maybe just what she needs
to break a cycle
Compassion always knows how to love others well, and in knowing this, compassion heals the compassionate one.
We are
a young country
impetuous
big for our britches
full of potential
struggling with pride
while seeking
to maintain confidence
We are
a young country
lovely
brash
fighting ego
courting peace
warm
soft
blankets
not hiding
hibernation
processing soul, spirit, mind
integration
Not depression
or regression
simply rest
Weakness
Loving all so much
Believing that love is for all
No one left outside
Is Strength
Masquerading
As dissonance
From numbness to abyss
Cyclic
you take my spirit hand
abandoning can’t
In expansive
circular
empty
authentic trance
we dance
Today
my hands followed a wave of spirit
in front of me
something that came out of my being
Good will
kindness
peacefulness
The wave opened to it’s journey
and before it had even gone
it arrived at the doorstep of your hearts
I won’t lose that ability
when I rescind
fragility
my friends
Where Wisdom, Heart, and Healing Meet