Creating Between Worlds
as I am drifiting
slipping and sliding,
in and out of sleepiness….
” Small Stones: writing our way home”
We gather and go
reeling and peeling our small stones
up and down the lands…..
we bring the word and the world together,
united in poetic justice,
artistic license for the sake
of the spark of creative vision
in each and everyone of us….
I am in Love with the deliciousness
of sleepytime visions which come
when the house in my heart is
providing shelter for me and others
on this journey…….
Come write with me….
come write our way home.
The most charming and glorious of mornings,
hosting the showman of the skies,
came swelling up over the horizon
draped in colours softly bold.
Coming up one side of the humpback bridge
I came down the other into white smoke,
the mists of daybreak.
I just wanted to leave my car
to float off on these wafting, bubbilicious clouds.
Like a joyfilled, childlike explorer
I would become one with these silent sylphs
moving through the morning air….
breathing and blending,
beautifully emergent into day.
Such a shame that
Snoring isn’t purring.
Just think about it,
The kitten who purrs
Gets far more strokes
Than the lover who snores….
Would you elbow your purring kitten?
Would you stroke your
What shall I do with the rest of my little life?
It elludes me –
frustrates the juices in my belly
and keeps me in the stench of struggle.
Am I STILL stuck in the birth canal?
Perhaps the creative seeds need a voice,
finally vibrating them out into the field of life.
Screaming is not very beautiful
but sometimes it is the only embodied voice available
when the fiscal appears more essential than the essence of soul.
There is a thrill in being
blasted by inclement weather.
The blow, the rush,
the knotted hair
flying accross one’s face
and landing in the most
bizarre of styles……
what does it matter
when it’s the wind and rain?
Look at yourself –
see the pleasure
you give your inner child
who wants to play
with the elements
and wind wizards…..
Waste not a moment longer…
get whisked and weathered…..
become the drama Kings and Queens
who rage and wrestle and moan….
Love who you are….
You Wild Things!