Somewhere between day and night,where fireflies shine — in the middle space ofright and wrongwhere dog wags his tail — peeking through the black and white,where zebra emerges — on the city streets betweengood and bad,where mosquitoes only smell blood — in the wrestle match of yes and nowhere cats have no care — at the family feud ofgirl and boy,where male seahorses give birth — in the fist grip of interior and exterior,where turtles move with ease — is a thin placeof the Sacred Thirdwaiting to receive — “Hello.Welcome You!Come sit with me for a while.Will you?There’s no rush.Let’s…
A poem exploring the theme of a new normal while Coronavirus seeps through the world.
Poetry about the connection of the red thread and an invitation to my online FB Group.
Happy Thursday, friend. Here is some poetry on the One who IN-forms.
Today, I’d love to be swept away by wonder. Maybe if we look close enough, we’ll see it in our midst.