Deep contentment comes

when belly, heart, and mind are

aligned and at peace.

~

Underestimate

sacral, throat, and the third eye

and content will elude you.

There is a difference

between pride and hubris,

some just can’t tell which is which.

~

Puffed up, inflated

or just pleasantly fulfilled? 

There’s a world of difference.

The White House went dark.

How will we know what’s figure

and what’s ground? What will shed light?

~

We must look within,

when sudden darkness descends,

for beacons to light our way.

Hasty lines in sand

lead to unintended strife

when egos come in to play.

~

If egos learned to

play, perhaps then there would be

more enjoyment and less strife.

Daffodils brighten

the landscape and remind us

Spring is on the way.

~

Spring IS on the way,

but my fellow poet has

surely fled the scene.

Belying blue skies

and sunny, springlike, weather

comes grey news of grim futures.

~

If they would just stop

 denying reality,

we’d have a brighter future. 

March morning – not much

warmth, but lots of light, like all

those hard truths we’ve come to know.

~

Harsh light can’t banish

lingering sinister chills

but can dispel illusions.

Have we had enough

entrusting this great nation

to wealthy old, grey, white men?

~

What matters is not

age, wealth, race, or gender. What

matters is integrity.

Practice makes perfect

or so they say, but who are

they anyway? 

~

Mostly amateurs,

too puffed up and self assured

to embrace imperfections.

“To bow and to bend”

may be someone’s “Simple Gift”

Aching muscles disagree.

~

Take it from the trees –

tis better to bow and bend

than to simply snap.