There was this gal who traveled the Universe
She was gifted with words and clever verse
Then suddenly one day her words went astray
This gal said you’re fucked be you cursed
There was this guy who fancied himself clever
Some said he was more often then never
Really quite boring, objectively abhorring
Mister clever, was never seen again
There was this fellow who challenged being Happy
Deep inside he hid is sweet and his sappy
Then one day it did come he pulled out of his glum
Got ‘Ha Ha’ tattooed on his forehead
Some say she was a rebel of sorts
She spoke up, got sassy, gave her retort
Who knows what did happen, she gave him a slappin
When he shut her up, lock her lips with a snort
Thank God it is Friday she said
Cause the rest of the week I did dread
Friday is the day that is worthy of play
Out of the bed at last she did fled
16 dec. 2011 > 3/12/21 > Empress/handedone/Universe
How does the creative force of life flow through you?
If it’s not flowing, how might you light a little fire under yourself and melt the sludge?
Could you look at life a little differently today?
What is the ‘weather’ like inside you today? And … What would you do to enhance it or change it?
My best journey to my inner weather report for today is…. Sippy the caffeine and imagine the Sun pouring down and through me. Flush out all the chill and frozen bits that need defrosting.