sun dance
joyful nature of arms & legs
extending spiritual energies
in wild abundance
in cheerful celebration
how the soul
conquers the moment
inspiring greater lives
to participate in movement
to dance & sing
it’s coming
don’t fret or worry
the universe highlighting
what needs healing
what the future beholds
december two thousand twenty-four
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the trap door isn’t in the den
it’s in the dining room
an oriental rug
& four leaf oaken table
layered over it
on the table are tapers
a dozen in three candelabra
lit once a month [or so]
in honor of the new moon
inside the invisible space
resides a great spirit
—if you’re tempted
one time too many
you may never be seen again
[just go ask alice]
seated at the dining table
is a good place to be
as long as you have patience
and an appetite
—but if your sobriety
is in conflict with your inner self
it’s highly recommended
to eat in the kitchen
march two thousand twenty-three
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they say it’s not fair
and they’re not wrong
having been in & out
of positions of interest
such as exaltation
neutrality &
documented misery
it has nothing to do
with the failure of democracy
but rather the ignorance
of the many
and the stupidity of the few
—handed down to the latter
by way of failed ideals
never mind that the gaiety
of the past pertained
to a privileged few
who somehow managed
to make-believe
it belonged to the masses
—only to be crushed by them
on the spirit level
september two thousand twenty-two
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canopy of trees protective yet penetrable
all night rains enriching the underworld
three or four children noisily passed by
and I turned from one side to the other
as they placed stone markers near my feet
I heard one say this place should be
buried in snow
which of course made me laugh
(if only that were possible)
they continued to arrange the markers
until they were satisfied with the pattern
little did they know that their ritual
awakened an age-old spirit
and as I rose from the earth into the misty air
all they could do was run and scream
january two thousand seventeen
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I crawled out of my skin
and curled into a ball
allowed the wind to kick me
down an endless winding road
along the way I witnessed
invisible claws dig
deep inside an open field
uncovering ancient treasures
as diamonds gradually
overwhelmed the sky
I unfurled my mind and
surrendered my spirit
to the next reality
november two thousand thirteen
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we danced in the rain
beneath the streetlamp
our minds drifting
past the invisible moon
into carelessness
we lived in a place
without birth or death
a visual paradise
where angels in the sky
longed to touch down
at night we chanted
for the moon and rain
to call the children
hiding beyond the light
to dance
and dance again
august two thousand twelve
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