Rub Your Feet

I rubbed my feet

the Buddha’s belly

Aladdin’s lamp.

A miracle is in the


So what’s the rub?

Processing  miracles

is not like 3-D printing.

Sometimes they take

a beginning and later

the ending arrives.

Rub away.  It feels


Puts your mind

off its edge.

The way through

may be thick with


It smooths out

soon enough to

your utter surprise

to be in a new place.

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California


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A mushroom


of vaporous



hangs over

a hapless


of innocent




They are



in their unending







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Legs carry us wherever we go.

Arms hug us when love is low.

Hearts reach out to ours

saving a shipwrecked sailor

without oars.

We meet and leave a little

or a lot of ourselves with


They do also.

Never a lost moment

in togetherness.  Acceptance.

Attraction happens.

So when it does don’t


Magnets would never get

together if they didn’t

allow their true nature.






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If I was a grasshopper

or a praying mantis

I’d work on my grooming

and polish my angular


Who knows when another

of ‘my kind’ will appear

before my eyes dazzling

us both with our uniqueness.

We wouldn’t bug each other

as much if we weren’t bugs.

Our lives will be short

so we will make the

most of our days in the sun.

Food might not always

be plentiful but we will

make it through.

Nature is our source &


As long as we’re needed on

the planet, we will be here.

It’s good to go through

life with another angular

head who understands


Peacock feathers

Peacock feathers

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A mirage

turns out

to be

a dry bed

of thornless


heavenly scented

soft & creamy

to the touch.

Where a puddle

was viewed


petaled your


softened your






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On the Road

Once the outer rim of reality

is breached

you wonder where you were

your perception jaded

lashed by feelings

run amok

your body contained.

Brain fog doesn’t

announce itself.

When you’re in brain fog,

you don’t know

you’re in brain fog.

Only after,

it’s clear.

Still, a path

is traveled

to freedom.

An island of

peace that says

you earned it

from your travels

along the way.

Everything’s ok out

there.  You just have

to see it that way

and give up your

cockeyed outlook on

how you think it’s

all going to come












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Summer’s Heat

Some summer days

just try to intimidate

your courage to walk

upright & boldly

through them

unfazed by their

scorch of sorts.

The wind battles

the oppressive

furnace fire

of fossils making.

A welcome movement

shifts the air

just enough

to cool

& refresh.

All of nature

loves her change


they adjust

and keep

on moving

to another









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The spirit within me

is a little kid.

Who wants to play

all the time!

Have fun and laugh

and generally

have a good time.

That’s what (real) little

kids do endlessly.

I want to be silly

with someone–many

someones who take

me seriously at having

a good time.  I guess

I could “play” like an

adult some of the time

so I could process reality

to get to where I want to

go.  Maybe that’s not even

necessary.  Give up my fun

just to get somewhere?

The adult’s tired of being

serious.  And responsible–

for everybody else, as if

they didn’t have enough

problems worrying about

me worrying about them.

I wonder if there are any

people left in this world

who still want to have fun

all day long?  And are bigger

than 2 feet tall.  Still have

their spirit?






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Start Now

He who hestitates…well, he’ll just

have to wait longer for a result

to happen.  You got all day?  I don’t

either.  So, unless I get started,

nothing will get finished.

Hesitation, procrastination–all

garbage can candidates.

You know what you want.  It’s

inside, sometimes buried under

heaps of non-essentials.

But go digging with whatever

clarity you can manage, and

an acceptable solution will


Sometimes you just have to

take your best guess as

to what your inner being

is wanting you to see

& do.

But if you wait & don’t

try something–like I

tell my students–I

can’t correct a blank

paper.  Write something,

anything & we’ll see

what you’ve got.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Through the Day

The day was once a day

and now a night

it lingers on

for one last one

for the road.

Icy drinking water

on 100 degree days

feels better than

on 50 degree days.

Once upon a time

there was

sunlight galore

now there are

stars galore

yin and yang

activity & rest

the day serves

all who follow

its rhythms.

My body was

alive this after-

noon, morning.

My spirit was

enjoying the

ride provided

by its vehicle,

my humble body.






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