Confetti Storm

There’s a confetti storm coming;

Thought I should move.

Grab my umbrella and

Take off my shoes.

Polka-dotted clouds

Gather in the sky.

Out falls a swing

10 stories high.

 

 


Notes:  What can I say?  My mind comes up with stuff like this, and I find it written down in my journal (months ago).  Meanwhile, I’d totally forgotten about it until I saw it there a few nights ago and laughed.  It seems unfinished, so maybe more will come through sometime.  But for now, I leave you with the idea of a “confetti storm”–my kind of weather.

Driving the Dreamship

What I want to know…

What I want to say …

Is will you come

With me to-day?

To go for a ride

On my DREAMSHIP

Where we’ll learn to fly,

Dive, twist, and FLIP…

In the DREAMSHIP school

We navigate life

With lots of love

And plenty of s p i c e.

I like to ask,

“Are you having fun?”

Cuz if you’re not

It’s time to RUN–

Run fast and hop

On your own dreamcraft…

Create a life

With more pizazz!

Each day you open

Your dreamship doors

And step into a world

That’s entirely YOURS.

Mind your thoughts.

And your feelings, too…

         The things you think

Come back to you.

 

BLISSperiment

The energy of this moment

Is soooo DELICIOUS

I want to capture and bottle it

And make chocolate kisses

To eat with the Gods

While we drink of this nectar

Flow in the sweet river

Of tranquil Creator

A 3rd eye explosion

Pan-sensory emotion

Bliss-felt dream-ocean

Of heart-song devotion

Great Spirit Nataraja

OM Shiva IN+fuse

This morsel of space-time

With Amrit of the Muse