The Spinning Wheel

The foot moves
The foot treadle moves
And the wheel is turned.
The wheel turns
The spinning wheel turns
And the thread is spun.
The hands hold the thread
The fingers pull the thread
And the wool is spun.
Beige wool spun
To be dyed bright colours,
Dyed in nature’s colours
Of beets and carrots,
Of autumn leaves,
Of red and gold.
And her foot pumps the treadle
And the spinning wheel turns
And her hand pulls the thread,
She pulls life’s thread
She spins life’s thread
Accepts life’s thread of beige.
Beige life spun
To be dyed bright colours,
Dyed in life’s colours
Of blood and sun,
Of friendship’s gift,
Of red and gold.

Morning Moon

This morning when the sky was getting light,
The moon—cream coloured,
Round-shaped—a disc, a ball,
Sat above the trees.
The sun was not yet above the horizon
But would soon be,
For the sun was lighting the sky
But without blue,
Not yet blue.

Open and Receive

Open you mind to the new,
Open your arms to the gifts,
Open your reach to the fullest,
Open your imagination to the possibilities,
Open your anima to the future.

Receive peace from love of one another,
Receive enjoyment from togetherness,
Receive triumph from the stars,
Receive empowerment from the Universe,
Above all reach out in love.

A Moment Of Time

In the time it takes to say, I love you,
You can speak a word of fear.
It takes no longer to make someone smile,
Than it takes to bring a tear.

How long does it take to make someone laugh?
No longer than to make him cry.
Why not choose, then, to love instead of hate,
Bring smiles instead of sighs?

The sound of laughter will thrill you too,
And be music to your ears.
It takes no longer to love than to hate
And the joy will last for years.