Each morning 

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.