The Adventure of Love

We never know

What will come next.

There are so many opportunities

To extend the love

We have for each other.

Sometimes, it is easy.

Those are the happy times,

What most call, the good times.

But, there are other times,

That are even better.

It is those times,

When it takes work,

Lots of work.

When it is not comfortable.

When we have to stretch ourselves.

When we mess up.

We have to forgive each other,

For the ways we fall short.

And none of it depends on

What either of us do.

It is a God-given blessing.

The heart and the mind

Working together,

In a beautiful dance.

Sometimes, we don’t feel it,

And, then, the mind has to step in

And say, didn’t you? Don’t you?

Isn’t it worth it, in the end?

It takes discipline,

And without the dedication,

Loyalty and commitment,

It would never happen,

And the heart provides the fuel.

The heart says, it’s worth it.

Keep going.

You’ll be glad you did.

Spreading It Around

I’m full this morning.

Full of it, maybe.

Writing, spewing, covering it all.

Over the rest, the best, the real.

Challenging, channeling, choosing

The right or the left,

It doesn’t really matter right now.

Can you choose, do you?

What is real for you?

Is there a truth, that means

Something to you?

What is truth? What is you?

My truth comes naturally,

Sometimes artificially,

Sometimes broken into

Little tiny pieces,

Like water, flowing through

My greedy hands.

Sometimes, I cannot grab it.

Sometimes, I cannot hold it,

I cannot keep it for myself.

I can only watch it, briefly,

As it falls from the sky,

Like so much rain,

Running down my face and body,

As I stand outside,

Without an umbrella.

Sometimes, it is like snow.

I catch it in my hand for a moment,

And, just as soon as I notice

What it looks like,

The beauty, the miracle of it,

It melts into my hand.

So, try to capture it,

But it will elude you.

Comment away,

Till you and your captive audience

Are nauseous from it.

Spread it around,

Like so much manure

On a garden, in desperate hope

That it will blossom.

After all, that’s what we do.

What brought you here?

Wrong. No, right. No, with it.

No, on it. Around it. Being here.

Realms of wrongness.

Rude awakenings. Rowdy

Happenings. Toothy grins.

Kickstarts of caffeine,

Overflowing.

Mopey comments.

Encouraging tangents.

Taking liberties with

Types of helmets.

Tweeny boppers.

Type 2 diabetes.

Rythmic dancers.

Happy hands-on.

Creating melodies.

Captured moments.

A passing fancy.

A pulsing deep inside.

Quicksilver dynamite.

What brought you here?