My heart licks it’s lips in anticipation.
My mouth widens into a joyful grin.
I am doing what makes my soul sing.
It needs no trumpets,
No gold stars,
Heart and soul,
move my hands and mind.
Creating art, whatever that may be.
Without earthly tethers,
I am free.
Successes, yes, acknowledge them.
But notice how much applause you need for them.
Maybe you only need your own,
clap, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap, claps
of hundreds in unison.
Because that noise,
your heart beats
Seeing the bench marking your ass
from sitting down and getting
goals done –
for someone else,
it wore, but didn’t hurt.
Don’t stress about those bench, or bitch-marks,
because that won’t help your dreams hitch.
Pitch your dream to God, the Universe,
it’ll get tossed back to you.
Maybe not how you imagined,
but bigger than that.
A rolling shimmery ball,
like those iridescent soap bubbles you blew with the wind
way back when.
it’s so big and radiant,
You can’t put your arms around it,
or break it.
It’s yours –
Just another desert summer production,
always open to the public.
The sky, a screen.
Clouds – supporting parts.
Lightening and Wind get the lead roles.
across that skyscreen,
as God directs the drama,
and the music score is a classic –
Focused seemingly with a laser point stare,
Attention seems fixated, aware.
Then you sparkle and shine with a smile.
Attention’s thoughts chase your words,
Suddenly, Attention sees a flicker nearby.
What is it?!
A new idea, endeavor, creation to nudge,
knead and trounce.
Yes, Attention has moved on for now,
But as she pads away swiftly, do know
she’ll be back to purr you to her side.
to which I report.
emotional, and spiritual
allegiance to gladly.
On this sacred Earth,
within this wondrous Universe,
I devote myself to thee.