last day of NaPoWriMo…. and what will fall of my fingertips this a.m.?
Every few days I receive an email I signed up for from ‘The Universe” www.tut.com with Mike Dooley. I find it fun, clever, and often inspired. Below is what I receive today. I’m gonna let it give me my poem.
“As far as I can tell, jeanne, worrying about anything at all is a pretty good indicator that one has begun thinking that their joy and prosperity will somehow hinge on pending physical events, other people, or angry green Martians.
Can you imagine?!
First, jeanne, joy and prosperity are created within. Second, the events and people of your life can be changed with your thoughts. And third, for the most part, Martians are neither green nor angry.”
Release Worry’s nag
Hinge joy to rising moments
Give your light away
Release Grief’s shudder
Quiver loss to open sky
Arms wide heart open
Release Silence past
Crawl, run, squeeze, sob, rip, fly, write
Face the aching heart