Sometimes I hold a mirror

And while looking at my own face

Let a self portrait – happen….

Usually it is someone else who comes in

And they are a intriguing surprise…

( is that what love is?)

We each have a leading edge

Where spirit is transforming us- where

Something grubby must be let go.

No lists of past grievances-

Control too -into the cauldron with you

Delightfully surpised ….

By what wants to happen next.

Here we go, feels like a sled ride…

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee