Elephant tears
Leave a puddle.
Luckily,
Dreams float.
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Creation
Welcome–
To the moment
Where mind spasm
Births word.
Mind Mosaic
Scatter your thoughts
Then collect the pieces.
Arrange them cleverly
Into a design that pleases.
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.
Dusk
In the still air
Mind finds
Her hammock
At last.
Your Gloom?
Magic dances
Deftly around me,
As sprinkles of moondust
Fall from the shadows.
Your GLOOM,
Quite simply,
E v a p o r a t e s.
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)
Gratitude as Fuel
When unhappy,
We reach for change.
From sadness, however,
It’s often in vain…
Love your life,
THEN reach for the stars!
Gratitude as fuel will carry you far.
(acrylic painting by the author)
Diary of a Mystic Gypsy 