Sometimes a sorcerer
sometimes a clown
sometimes a child in deep wonder
raise up a magic orb
or tumble down
rolling in wild mountain thunder
forces – you hallow them
sources – you follow them
sometimes you know where you’re going
sometimes you’re lost
but you go forward anyway
moving in trust without knowing
So you commit to the moment – no monument
just what unfolds in right now
Thus you create from the spirit – no institute
just what this moment allows
Then we spin into
your silk-spun container
tossed in bright curtains of sound
You revel in rapture
invite transformation
while waves of connection abound
and in effort to really bless
dive into silliness
wallow in wackiness
settle for nothing less
Pass around turtle juice
help things get really loose . . .
Thank you for sharing your opus
with all of us.
Happy Birthday!
©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011