Making practical use of invisible bridges.~J. Allen Boone
You need to acknowledge that a prime aspect of existence is non-material.~Jon Rappoport
When the sky lightens, my friendly heart wakes
to a song the rain taps. I celebrate
each breath, blowing the trepidation past
as now congeals. What longs for healing casts
shadows, embroils low and wallows in shame
or fights with dragons I’ve resolved to tame.
Each tangled knot presents and common sense
and experience reveal the pretense.
Invisible bridges beckon me. Birds
at the feeders, blooming peace lily, words
that mask what’s real. Responsive mirrors show
our intricate kinship ever aglow.
Featured image: Waipoo Falls, Waimea Canyon, Kauai.