Poem: Dreamers

 

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A young homeless couple
living below the poverty line,
among the sirens of despair

Dream of stepping lightly,
waltzing on the cliff of hope,
high in the rich hills of midnight

Moving to the rhythm of the universe,
to the song in their hearts
to a light show down below

Slowly, in their own time,
giving each other their hands, 
they find their desires

Discover themselves, their passion
in the City of Angels, dancing
like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

Poem: Sleepytime

No dreams
No restless legs
No Jiminy Cricket chattering
in my ear to keep me awake.

Just a deep sleep
with a train of Zzzz’s
that seemed to serpentine
above me
into the celestial night.

A pleasant, restful slumber
as if a fairy godmother had tucked me in.
As if she read my favorite story
in her soothing, sleepytime voice.

Nighty-night, my little son,
the fairy with fluttering wings said,
as she waved her magic wand
that glittered over my somnolent head.

©️mft

Poem: With Each Pose


I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat.

Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comes to me when I am open to receive.

Wisdom and knowledge I seek
with each wave of movement, in each new but familiar pose.

Standing straight or on one leg, I reach for the sky,
and smile in the face of discomfort.

The closer I move toward balance,
the more I feel united by the spirit of my internal life.

Some days I float effortlessly with strength in my hands,
other times I lean back to stabilize and restore.

I close my eyes to the rest of the world and listen to the soothing sounds of the ocean’s breath.

 

 

Confession Sunday: Should-ing

I beware the self-righteous,

those pedestal dwellers,

who should me to death.

As if they know

what I need to do

or how to run my life.

you should do this

you should do that

you should get married

you should buy a house

you should go to church

you should eat more vegetables

stop should-ing me,

should-ing others.

©️mft