Through contrasted realities
dark and light come together
creating a balance needed,
the yin and yang of life.
A karmic procession filters scenes
as what is and is not merge
becoming one to be
all that is.
Seasons shaping images
yesterdays and todays live in storage
swept up on gentle breezes
and tucked away,
love notes from the universe to be burned
to give warmth,
preserving life.
For all is love in form when given,
shared amongst the chilled
that wait with arms out to grasp,
begging for a sign
that life has not forsaken,
that precious drops will quench the thirst
of a drought torn soul
in need of redemption.
We rise in times
an oasis mirage of joy
materializing from nothing but dreams
and manifested in the most imagined,
to see it and become,
a balanced giving form.

Watched Scrooge last night, the version with Alastair Sim from the 50’s and I just love the thrill I get when he wakes, almost like a madman rushing around and mumbling, laughing and dancing. It brings my heart joy each time ❤ He donated his body to science when he died, I hope they used it to learn how to recreate that joy from his brain. (I like to think Gene Wilder took notes from him….eerie similarities in his acting….thinking Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory of course). Peace and love and off to work kids, see ya.