Big Head

How much is enough?
How great must our accomplishments be?
How great our concern?
How vast our powers
and fame
and wealth

Until there is no room for us anymore.
We can no longer find space
We need to become like a grain of sand.
Small ego
Lots of space
to move, be, discover
change ,
without grasping
pushing away
or ignoring

We can see, hear, taste, touch, feel, smell
and connect them all
fully
without craving, avoiding, or ignoring
and celebrate living and dying
Now.

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When We Love

This Dancer went about her responsibilities
This Dancer went about her responsibilities

One day I went to Carnivale to see all the beautiful people, the merriment, catch the candy and beads! I was watching near the end of the parade. A young woman dressed in costume with beautiful feathers and headpiece posed and then disappeared into the changing rooms.

Out she came, pushing a baby stroller, headed into the store and came out with bread and a gallon of milk, headed home.

When we love, we enjoy ourselves, but we meet our responsibilities, to take care of others

Or we have nothing.

Beginnings

March marks early beginnings
Life thrumming up from the Muck
Up thru Toes
Thrust beneath leaf mold
Held cold against humus
Spongy and wet.

Maples surging,
Coursing
Freezing nights
Above days

Skunk cabbages
Humming
Islands of warmth
Rising

Hawks
Restless
Stirring
In hollow bones

Tiny glass eels
Floating in the Gulf Stream
Prepare for departure.