Burglars, Monsters and Creeps

Burglars, Monsters, Creeps
You make me mad & made me weep.
You stole my stuff, you invaded my space.
You took tv's, clothes and didn't leave a trace.
I hate you - you jerks.
How do I feel safe with you still on the lurk?
I feel invaded, violated and trespassed.
My things, disheveled - a mess.
Your energy left a horrible feeling.
Sad, angry, scared - I'm still reeling.
May you find peace & amend your acts.
If only you'd trust the world, open your heart, and see there is no lack.

Summer Mornings

The sun greets us early.
Its warmth & presence say,
Rise & shine, you have much, you are strong.

What gifts do you bring to the world?
Many are here to receive your song.

Challenge yourself not to hide.
Forgot about ego, fear and false pride.

Be big. Be bold. Let them see your light inside.

The bird's morning music remind us too,
There's nothing wrong.
Just sing, sing, enjoy this world.
Other's will appreciate you - dare to share your song.

Chicago in June

The weather is gray
The birds don't mind.
Where is the sun?
We want you to shine.

The warmth of your rays,
Brings a smile to our day.
The clouds & the wind roll through the night.
Each day of June brings little warmth in sight.

The earth is changing
It feels like a shift.
Things never stay the same
Perhaps that is a gift.

If change is in the air
How might we adapt?
Awaken, open your heart, let your spirit soar.
Love heals all wounds
Even our planet could use more.

Good morning cardinal. Good morning grackle.
I hear your calls, it's your morning cackle.
Rain or shine, your voice is always in the distance.
I look forward to waking and hearing which of you catches my interest.

Squirrels

You pesky critters.
Stealing my bird food.
You are clever. You are quick.
I threw a pencil at you
but it didn't stick.
Your big round eyes and twitching tail,
Show your alertness and calculating self.
Survival of the fittest, you do so well.
You're quick. You're fast.
Knowing you, your persistence will last.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

Love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours,

And I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

Are moving across the landscapes over the prairies

And the deep trees, the mountains and rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

Are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

The world offers itself to your imagination,

Call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

Over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

The Morning Slumber

Birds are singing.
The world is rumbling.
My eyes are shut,
But my mind is stirring.
The cardinals are filled with joy.
My heart begins to stir.
Wow, the day is full of possibility.
What shall I do!?
The birds remind me,
Keep it simple. Share your song.
That's all you need to do.