spirit of play


sometimes my spirit soars
catches a thermal spiraling and drifting
on soft air savoring the lightness of being

sometimes my spirit flies low to the land
gazing and mesmerized by colors
a kaleidoscope of a creator’s play

sometimes my spirit rests on a mountaintop
or a spreading tree created by thee
nestling like a cloud of falling rain

there is a rising feeling of unbridled joy
to be swept with a morning breeze
and lifted by love with grace and ease

spirit mingles with the breath of holy ones
is touched by the fire of countless suns
yet never burned by the light of love

like a transparent cloud or an invisible veil
the earth wears like a blushing bride
spirit finds a holy silence and hides inside


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