I greet the world,
blessed to witness beauty and new growth
and myself...xo
Passing Through
All morning I practiced being invisible
surprised when the dog barked
and the steamy mirror looked back at me,
where can I go to be alone
I said to the metallic glass
the dog, as he rolled to his back.
Poor Casper the Ghost,
invisible and intangible
was made into a cartoon
a thin line searching for friendship.
I like most
~the flying~
~the passing through,
we're all practicing this one.
