For Scot

Sometimes a sorcerer

sometimes a clown

sometimes a child in deep wonder

raise up a magic orb

or tumble down

rolling in wild mountain thunder

forces - you hallow them

sources - you follow them

sometimes you know where you’re going

sometimes you’re lost

but you go forward anyway

moving in trust without knowing

So you commit to the moment - no monument

just what unfolds in right now

Thus you create from the spirit - no institute

just what this moment allows

Then we spin into

your silk-spun container

tossed in bright curtains of sound

You revel in rapture

invite transformation

while waves of connection abound

and in effort to really bless

dive into silliness

wallow in wackiness

settle for nothing less

Pass around turtle juice

help things get really loose . . .

Thank you for sharing your opus

with all of us.

Happy Birthday!

©Wendy Mulhern
         May 24, 2011