Pole to pole
Flying low
See how scared they all are?
Moving fast
The slow thought dumb
And ignored in the awards
Mate or judge
Rear or work
Fix yourself
The ego loves not
The more you hurt
The more to fix
The squeeky wheel
Should take the grease

Love, peace, light pouring down
Like hot wax over my body
Melting every wrinkle and frown
Changing my wattage and frequency
I’m tuning in to a new station
It’s still mostly static
But the broadcast
Is pure sound

The giddy nature of risks:
At once dreadful and enticing
Fear of the unknown can cripple and stifle.
The courage to be open to a wider truth,
To step out the front door of your cozy little box
Into a world beyond control where anything might manifest,
Offers great rewards to the full-blooded optimist,
Who sees rainbows through raindrops;
Reflections in puddles.
The risk is certain to yield dividends
Yet unnamed
And blessings to all who host her Highness in humility

I am champagne
Misery avoids me
This lightness and bouyancy
Lifts others up
A skip in my step
A heart full of love
God must be celebrating
Shaken then showered

Famous but no one cares
My keyboard a filter that keeps you from reading my mind
No one wants to talk about
Controlling your own thoughts
As if every thought was a gift from God
And not just a calculated guess

If you had the courage to go naked for one day
Admit you didn’t know it all
And wander humbly toward the East
Staying alert for mind-bending soul-snatchers
You might be pleasantly surprised
And find yourself sufficiently nourished by the delightful taste of truth
At every vendor
A sensation you recognized from a long time ago
But since veiled in thick metal armour
And armed with a sword of fear
Stabbing perilously at any perceived threat
To its own confidence and superiority
Building castles and recruiting soldiers in the name of God
Is it any wonder why the rest of the world distrusts us?