Poetry of life is ever fluid-to dance
is to follow the flow via tai chi/yoga
subtle /supple body flowings perambulate
Thoughtclouds hover while rivers ripple oceans
Blood circulates (mostly water-we are movement
and when Zen calls.We stop.Listen.
Like some wolf /moonstruck.Change direction.
Sniff the air.Paw/scratch
Rhythms within us activate primal tracks
Traces of ancestors in our genes and actions
We are connected in the Great Chain Of Beaming
To be able to change is a dream(well worth imbibing!
Weather reserves its rights.We are all dancing partners
Tonight new dreams will slip across borders(illegals!
And we will move in a rhythm that makes us more
by allowing us freedom from all forms
apart from the ones we all embrace
like bodies in a tango /on the dance floor of Fate
Now step each moment as a lily pad/frogs
PLOP! haiku in a Japanese fog
Carl Sandburg enters the room playing his banjo
and you are released from all you know.
so..MAKE LIFE UP AS YOU FLOW
on March 20,2010
No comments:
Post a Comment