The Straight and narrow way

The Straight and Narrow Way

I look.

I think my way is blocked.

An avalanche

of cares

 a blizzard of troubles,

the world’s gift.

But I am a snowplow

and Truth’s my guide.

Christ’s light,

like markers in the snow,

guides to

clear the way.

I watch

the troubled cares pile

off the path

till Mind’s clear sun

melts the snow.

Other days I am not a snowplow.

I am a dancer

leaping high

with the freedom of Soul.

Dancing on the rainbow

 of God’s promise.

My radiant reflection

of God’s being

lifting my steps

high.

Either way,

plow or dancer,

my path leads

straight

to my childlike smile

at my oneness

with

Mother

Father

God.

New words

I ask for new words

and I receive new colors.

Are colors words?

Then,

what good is a word

if I don’t understand it?

If it is just sounds?

Perhaps the mynah’s call

is my new word for God

or the gentle

                            phulff of the wind,

turning a page of a book.

Phurhh whispers

the breeze in my ear,

a new word for love.

Latikal say the fountain,

“contentment”.

Apex

The Japanese White Eye

little green finch

lands on the apex

            of the unfurling palm

            the impossible point

and looks around with joy.

That is where I am,

      on the tip of

            unfolding thought,

impossible to grasp?

Mind opens wide.

Look around with joy.