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We learned how to fly…

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
― Aldous Huxley , Island

I made a vow to go down paths
where magic lights the way,
to stop and smell the flowers,
whether my mood be bright or grey…

to feel the glow of human breath
and touch diaphanous skies,
to walk lightly my darling,
to look into your eyes,
to wonder how you got so lovely
as you quietly grew,
we wished upon the magic
in whatever we’d been through…

and when our wings took shape
we learned how to fly,
we never needed a pardon
not even when we died…

just to float on seas of cosmic jewels
and count the crystal stars,
to bring what really matters
and appreciate who we are…

to forget the baggage that weighed us down,
we left it at the gate,
to speak in the tongues of all humankind
as we contemplate…

the stillness of the mornings,
the air in the afternoons,
the radiance of the setting sun,
and the rising of the moon…

from swamps of waterlilies
we grew out of the mud
and from this suffocation,
we knew we’d had enough…

but lightly my darling let’s fly back to the sun,
be adorned by the angels
and with light become one….


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These are a few of my favorite things…

tiny posies,
dew that clings…

wildflowers that dance
in the early spring…

dappled sunlight that softly winks…

doves that glide
on gilded wings…

morning’s promise
that blessings bring…

twilight moods
that slowly blink…

swirling sands that gently sting,

a chorus at daybreak
when robins sing…

chimes that tinkle,
gongs that ring…

beckoning vistas,
stars that wink…

butterflies that hover,
bees that zing…

friends that move together in sync,
and brilliant stories
that make me think…


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Tiny things…

the holiness of tiny things

She found magic
in aspects green,
tiny things
some had never seen…

in the stillness
of emerald shades,
in the soft rustle
of the everglades…

Hidden away
in the undergrowth,
with gentle beings
she voiced
secret oaths…

to graciously shift,
she beheld
the presence
of sacred gifts…

And Ladybirds
in rhymic tones,
it was a holiness
she’d always known…


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Making no demands…

lanky birds

When weariness
grows heavy
and the world
seems strange,
I return to the harmony
where light particles
change…. and lanky birds
over the sands,
accustomed to the magic
makes no demands…
the bright waters
with the gentlest waves,
as chaos is muted
in a hush
of praise!


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Storm drains…

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”― Roald Dahl

storm drains

You will find magic
in everyday life,
in bubbling
storm drains,
in modest designs…
In frothy splashes
where dullness aches,
there’s a
mysterious splendor
as rain creates,
lucid reflections
of an opaque sky,
as waters move
and rhapsodize… with contented
blending moods,
and leaves glide
in gratitude…


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Tuning in…

“Abundance is not something we acquire, it is something we tune into.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

dipped my feet

Then we drove
down to the lagoon,
and I dipped my feet
in the waters,
like I was breathing in
way beyond earthen borders…

And the time lords
as life went
gently by,
and I held onto the motion
of grace
being amplified…