Between our worlds of cosmic stars
and moonlit forays into the wildness that is
the essence of a life well lived
cleverly colored like magic crayons
we dot the stars with our words,
hang carefully the dreams out on the line to dry
in summer breezes we balance
the presence of the present.
Hoop wishes spinning like sweetest thoughts
drifting around to return once more
to places where we dirty our feet
treading on sacred ground of soul,
where we were born once before we knew
the elegance of a star dust show,
changes that change places with the yesterday
leading us to where the whimsy whispers
sweetest voices heard on high
hearing our plea
responding to the cry
for a place of peace and harmony
swirling around we catch the glimpse
of our future selves yet we know the mirror shows
the who and what we are now
and it is divine in its beauty,
balanced in our form
content in our skin.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 