Take your shoes off if you encounter a sign

Something that can not be accounted for …

But then we might be barefoot all day

As spirit is busy giving us itself – constantly.

The lacey spider web halo- seen in the sun

The brush of the wind- a smile.

This April morning, a birthday for my mom

Who is amazed from her seat on the other side

By what I have gotten up to of late-

THere is so much to let go off –

Limiting ideas and concepts-

Waking up hurts-

Like poking out of an egg

And unfurling our wet wings.

But we do it anyway-because we can.