Pieces of Jesus

 
Like an abstract collage,

the canvas that I am, is comprised

of scraps parsed into a whole.

 
An element here may reveal a snippet

of truth, another may misdirect and still

others may confound.  And where is

 
the mighty hand that guides?  Are there yet

clues to the mystery? Ah, if only the answers

were to be simply revealed.

 
Look deeper than the pixelated surface,

to see that truly, my Beloved is the one breathing

life into each flower, field, lily and stream.

 
Let your eyes be your only guide,

as pieces of Jesus appear, Buddha’s hand

arises, and Krishna’ fiery breath blows across

 
the scene- scattering ashes to the four winds.

Sagrado Corazon de Jesus Curandero Collage de Láminas Autoadhesivas by Harry Chavez

The Simple Joy of Trees


As I walk, breathing in the scent

of spring’s green explosion,

I am ablaze with awareness,


as if I can actually hear singing

coming from every tree I pass.

Not words sung as much as pure


ecstatic joy, the freedom of branches

swaying and dancing in celestial reverie.

I see each one, oak, ash, sycamore, maple,


all as unique creatures, sent here to lovingly

model the Beloved’s embrace.  As I walk

relishing the simple joys of trees, we bow-


tree and I- to each other -in deep gratitude,

knowing that our connection is forever,

deeply rooted.

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even that one, the hand raising,


jumping up and down, pick me

truth. You know, the one you have

tried to keep tucked away, lest anyone


see the reality of your own magnificence.

Sign in please; the night is young and festive

and everyone is waiting just for you.


Take center stage, stand in the omnipotent

glow of your revealed self.   Nothing is off limits

here: dance, sing, cavort, do a whirling dervish


just to show us you can.  Whatever you bring

is welcome.  Thank you for signing in.

We are deeply grateful for the gift of you.

       Tapping in Tapping Out


We have become wrestlers on the mat

of our life, not wanting to cry uncle, yet knowing

that the times are increasing when we must-


to save ourselves- tap out, say enough is enough

and take a moment to return to center.

This time out does not connote weakness,


rather reveals the source of our growing strength-

the ability to pull back; tap in to our serene inner world,

and become at peace, once again. Our new mantra


becomes this, tapping out, tapping in, tapping out,

tapping in…

For One Thin Dime


For one thin dime,

I would turn this bus around,

loaded to the roof with whatever wisdom


I have gained.  All the refuse

of left over tantalizing bits of did not work,

I will choose to leave all of that behind.                                                                                                                                            

Ready to feel my hands on the wheel of this

bus- painted psychedelic- and reroute

it forward into the masterful realm of possibility.


There will be no need for GPS or any fancy

technology, as the ways taught by the Grandfathers

and Grandmothers will serve me best.


I will ask the land to guide me

wherever I go, remembering that this Earth

is ripe with plenty for each one.


Who’s with me? Who’s ready, for one thin dime,

to turn this bus around?

photograph by R24KBerg Photos