Doors open to let in the the ‘cool’ morning air. At last relief from the heat. Air conditioner down at the salon. Hopefully, it gets fixed tomorrow. And then… who knows if the problem is hideous or a something easy. I will imagine it cheap n’ easy and maybe that will be so. Not gonna be easy to get someone in to fix it, and I have my trusty Ricky to give me a helping hand. Yippee Skippy!
TAKE IT
There was no selfishness in the act
of taking what wasn’t hers to take
It was there, waiting to be took
Took it she did all casual like
it was hers and nobody better
think anything more or less
Less you point a finger at her
and call her on her taking
what had been there waiting
Waiting for her in the obvious
act of her taking it head held high
making it hers by association
Association to the belonging
of It left neglected for nearly forever
and that seemed a terribly long time
Time to claim it and make it hers
so she did cause the magic of it
glittered for her and no one else
Else you think otherwise and you
saw the sparkle and glow of its call
fearing retribution you left it to be
Be left to dull and be made useless
for another forever after and after
Not her, oh no, she felt it, and took it
It was hers waiting there prickling
humming quietly for her ears
Strumming the key to her heart
A Heart open sees what closed can’t
She took it knowing what to do with it
a Host to for it to meld its mystery
Mystery is like that when magic
has its way to open the heart and eyes
for the taking with out any guilt
Guilt has no place to be in the rightness
of an act of taking what is there to take
in the glitter and charm of goodness
Goodness surrounds her, all words
that flow from her mouth, all light that
emanates from her body speak
Speak to your soul in the love of
Lightness and laughter’s song
and all she did was notice to take it
It was hers for the taking so she did
