Notes Found On The Refrigerator May 2014
Children are the flicker of a wildfire
that consumes all misunderstandings of life;
replacing it with lush newly defined dreams.
This was a good day. I did the laundry and I didn’t shrink the sweaters,
and I matched all my socks.
Free fall from grasping, if you have too,
float through the cloud of unknowing,
catch the wings of an Angel;
a Conscience unfettered.
Expect to land on your feet
where you are welcomed.
Who else could lead us to freedom other than a slave?
There are soooo many things
that people tell me “what to do”,
and what “not to do”,
that sometimes I forget Myself.
Idyll heart stalked,
loneliness is not in fate,
Dance on blade of grass.
Birds of a feather stick together,
except in the “Hunter’s” snare…
Still ignorant, eh!