Rhythm of movement as color streaks across
Into life these splashes fill
The empty vessel of the everyday
Into a rainbow of bliss.
Simple journey to live art on the streets
Taken from walls
The blackboard words left behind
Creation of a new speak
Of peace.
Graffiti eyes move through crowds
While smiles throw confetti on fear
For the moment is now as the drum beats on
Marching in a dervish dance
Beneath the skies of a universe
For a moment united,
Whole.
Moving along this winding road
Turning endlessly into itself
We meander step by step
Taking care to enjoy the journey.
Laughter cast upon a rising sun
Running after rabbits like dogs at a race
Meeting the passing spirit with a smile
And glancing through a sale of a memory or two.
We pass these signs each and every day
Out then in returning to start
Startled by a braided skin chain that waits in death
Orange-red flecked serpent still.
Coins fall into the metal box
Open sesame the door falls forward
Gather the daily rag to see nothing new
As the white picket fence beckons
The lukewarm coffee waits
As we catch our breath
Spiraling down into steady rhythm
Let the day begin
With peace.
Thoughts on this morning, our walk and jog this time with the girls, chasing rabbits and startled by a dead snake curled on the road….eeek….they scare me senseless…..stopped at a yard sale and got the paper too…we will see what else the day brings….more iced tea definately…..peace, love and a gentle Sunday to you my friends. 💜K
Ah, the love and peace an old dog brings…A beautiful post by Jane.
Dive deep down now…
inside the blackness
into the heat of extinguished suns
where the night and beauty are one.
This softness like no other
embraces us with tender filaments
rocks us to sleep with slow soft heavings
that rush quiet wind through the blackness.
Enter this fresh world
see with these round brown eyes
love with the greatest heart that lives
know the faithful adoration of an old dog.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 