There is inside of me an eagle, eager to fly free, not bound by silly rules
There is inside of me a gorilla who longs to be held and touched by another, no words exchanged, just
a mutual respect and tenderness, a moment to be present for one another before we go off our
separate pathways too
There is inside of me a wise and silent owl, who communes with the Moon, and has a mystery
all her own, rising above my human foibles to see with a deeper perspective; Solomon is his
name, and he questions my cherished beliefs, helping me let go and be more playful.
There is inside of me a bold and brassy jazz singer, still finding her voice, and she feels so uplifted
to be in the presence of kindred folks who find great joy in singing songs of life and loss and wonder, songs that have a life all of their own, uplifting the human spirit.
There is inside of me a turtle, at home on land and in the sea as well. She is patient, and perseveres
when times are hard. She is not fast, but has a steadiness unique to her.
There is a poet within my bones that revels in listening to Rumi, Mary Oliver, Emily Dickinson, Emerson, the Dalai Lama, and Carl Sandburg...who inspire, challenge, and awaken the mystic
that dwells in me as well. With poetry, we speak from the voice of our souls, and find our common
ground. Many others too, some living right in my own community!
