Watching the new moon through blue spirit glasses and
yes the new moon is blue and so is the star beneath it.
Right outside my window. So near and so bright.
These are my mourning glasses too, and my night glasses,
and whenever I need some spirits.
This poem I wrote the other day when a path led me to a graveyard where I met
an orange butterfly.
Maybe this is how Alice in Wonderland got started.
with blue spirit glassess.
Bridge of SighsWrite me a poem from your perch in the graveyardWhose poem? Whose perspective is it?From the ground's minute life or from where spirits fly,I'll write you a poem with a new word for 'die':DisappearExitWentdissolved into airentered the Oneleft me on the earthYou went to the skyThis bridge that is metoday makes a sighand you turn into a velvet spottedorange butterfly.You land on this pageshow me your wings,and stare up at me. My sigh turns to a laugh and I look at your eyes,just before you fly.You fly.ai♡ ♡kawarazujgyPS Making a playlist for Friday night's Shake Your Soul Yoga Dance Evening,including this song below for "Ride the Wave"--you start with a small movement,then let it enter your body more, more, fill it inside you and then let it come out so that your spirit fills the room! Thank you SYS Systas for the recommendation. PSS If anyone would like to join the dance on Friday, call me for details!!If you have a few minutes (it's long) , enjoy this You Tube video of the song called "Fly High", by Deva Premal and friends