Economy: Idle Idol

Economy: Idle Idol

For a very small fee
you may worship
beneath the
i-dollar-tree.

Previous takers
now own a frown-
there's no
trickledown.

Dawn

The fog from

night-mind now

drips slowly

from the eaves,

leaving dry day

Calling

We're called
to live the Truth
in our Heart of Hearts,
choosing to release
the difficulties we
carry in our personal
portfolios,
stoking the coals
in our own fiery
furnace, illumining
all that is not Love

Deer

Three deer from
the heart of spring-
thin as paper,
wide as the woods-
remind me of
our three hearts,
and what i give up
being unreasonable
or mean-spirited.

Heart is renewal,
willing to call out
to that which doesn't
yet know love,
letting it run along
with running deer
thru impossible thickets,
white tails fluffed
to the sky,
opening deer eyes
in eternity.

Creation

Ours is a life
of opportunity
in each moment
to choose love

Chip

The chip on
our shoulder
is the stone
blocking the
entrance to
the cave of
our own heart

Birds of Peace

At rest, birds of peace
are serene, softly
calling to the Heart
of the World all
around them

To fly, their wings
start upward, expanding,
balancing heaven and earth

Then feathers gently close,
pushing down-

Peace soars,
lifting our hearts

Economy: Idle Idol

For a very small fee
you may worship
beneath the
i-dollar-tree.

Previous takers
now own a frown-
there's no

trickledown.