And it is Easter
A day of celebration
and of joyful resurrection
But resurrection isn’t a
miracle resurrection can happen
in the smallest things
a dandelion emerging between
sidewalks a phone call
from a thought to
be lost friend and
a morning hello from
some stranger resurrection simply
means rebirth a mulligan
a do over and
another try at being
our very best selves
despite our past darkness
Category: happines
ArtOfOld
Imagine a life with
little or nothing except
insight and wisdom maybe
a very few comforts
a bit of this
a bit of that
but not nearly enough
to put together even
a simple recipe whether
it be meatloaf or
relationship so now what
Imagination the idea of
making due with what
one has and when
what has is insight
and wisdom everything else
becomes exactly what it
is meant to be
And not what it
was ever supposed to
NewOldBetter
I’d all but forgotten
having when I had
and now without I’m
realizing what little I
have now the busyness
of accumulation is for
the young and lives
at the end resemble
land fills having far
too much of everything
except the important things
We lose track of
what’s important when we’re
gathering having and keeping
But old is old
and new is new
and new becomes old
and old becomes better
Smile
Expect to stumble
prepare to fall
plan your retreat
and never expect
to triumph quickly
Those things worth
never come easy
Imagine a tree
just standing there
against the wind
isn’t ever enough
it should be
but it’s not
it’s got to
sprout and shed
spread and share
never knowing where
Just like smiles
Smile at someone
see it root
and then blossom
into a tree
of its own
DoDoDo
Eventually things do
they just do
what they do
I stopped long
ago making things
do anything else
Making things do
what they’re not
is fool’s gold
It looks good
but just scratch
Let things do
the things they
do don’t make
them anything more
they will do
as they are
