My Friend

I look at you my Friend and I see a child at play
frolicking in muddy streams, splashing rivers into
oceans and carrying each molecule gently
to the sky for another round like a child handing water to his Father
for the first time.

You are neither boastful nor meek.
You are not shy nor are you seeking attention
There is simply abundance and grace with you my Friend
and you ask nothing of me...save I am my self...fully...always... and
you ask without asking...lead without
leading...cause...effortlessly.

My Friend, it is simple with You.

Jumping Beans

Jumping Beans!
Where else are we able to feel this longing, this crazy jungle spirit
just under a veil of sleep?
Where else does the sun set over billions of us as we confront the
darkness inside our husks and let ourselves be worn
open so that we can bloom in that late sunshine?
Where else can we be born for that purpose we know and forget and watch ourselves sprout
in the elements, fragile, vulnerable, afraid of everything...and nothing at all.
It's not up to the Bean when and where and under what conditions it will open, only that it will
And at some point know its self, crack through the husk and see all these other
Jumping Beans jumping and remember...and laugh.
Where else?