Fluffy, puffy
Sweet angel is she.
Purring, purring…until
OW! She bit me.
(My dearly beloved beautiful princess has the most fascinating personality…)
Tag Archives: playful
Healing Muse (aka Rap P-P-P-Poem)
Sometimes it’s right to bend & give.
Other times it seems good to defend (maybe):
Be strong but not rigid, soft but not smushed.
Love yourself when your buttons are pushed!
The truth is out. The Muse is in.
If you are lost, remember your friend–
Inside your heart, waiting for you
Just show up and love; she’ll pass you a clue.
A little spontaneous blurb of Truth
Will appear to you while pondering the…
Roof of your head, the wisdom inside:
How to live life with nothing to hide…
C’mon now–Get going! USE this sweet chance:
Jump up and create. Sing! Dance!
Open your heart, spread joy to those friends
Who turn to you when needing a mend.
Look IN here. Look UP! Your own love will heal
That wound in your SELF you’re afraid to feel.
Thank goodness, this GIFT! … Bless the Muse in me…
Without her, I’m simply
………………………. . . . Asleep in the Dream!
(I wrote this poem a few months ago, but I think of it often. It came to me kind of “all at once” as many of my poems do. I was thinking about what a gift creativity or “The Muse” is in life and especially in the growth-and-healing process. She really can help us find BALANCE. And also remind us that love, especially for one’s self, is the key to whole game…)
In my reality…
Elephant tears
Leave a puddle.
Luckily,
Dreams float.
Creation
Welcome–
To the moment
Where mind spasm
Births word.
Strange Bird-Song…
Some people live with spice and sparkle,
Others more like mouthwash gargle.
In which group do you wish to belong?
Drifting down the drain or high on song?
Live life to its fullest, strive to create.
There’s a gift in you you must open to play.
Get to know yourself—your loves and joys.
These are things you can use
To
Make
Noise.
Shout out to the world—give us your words.
Without your voice …
There’s one less bird.
Meditation.
The mystery of NOW
Repeats itself.
Meanwhile…
Silence fishes
For fresh thoughts.
Expired Jokes of a Dreamer
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Are you willing to be weird if required?
Laugh about jokes that have already expired?
Endeavor to be zany at a time when it’s optional?
If yes, you’re at risk for a life that’s impossible!
Miracles will be had. Magical treasures, too.
With a Dreamer in your pocket, there’s nothing you can’t do!
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STARSHINE
I love stars to be a part of my day–
They make me smile, feel happy in a way.
So bright, so fun—that mysterious twinkle.
What is really up there? Is it time in a wrinkle?
What can I say? I was born to play!
Stars help me remember that I came that way…
(seed bead mosaic by the author)
The Muse
When the Muse gets in me
She takes right over…
Magic starts flowing;
Logic runs for cover…
(rock art by the author)
Soggy Dreams
This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home). I thought I’d post it over here, too. Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…
There’s some kind of mysterious
Recipe I’m seeking…
For a magical home
In a dream I’m dreaming….
*
Nature and people
And beauty and climate.
Work prospects, culture,
Politics, excitement.
*
There are so many elements
I’m trying to consider–
When planning for home
In Hither or Thither…
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I no longer believe
That perfection exists.
Everywhere has compromise;
Reality persists.
*
I’m really not sure
Which conditions I’ll choose,
But I must find home soon…
I can sure feel the fuse
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Lit in my heart,
Burning through my body…
“Make a choice now,” it says,
Or your dreams will get soggy.
Diary of a Mystic Gypsy 