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A Ploem* on Life In the beginning was SPIRIT, and it was good and abundant and powerful and playful and full of itself, So it splashed and splattered here and there and dripped and dropped everywhere, Sharing its lushness and wetness and generosity, And wherever it splashed and splattered, dripped and dropped it completed itself And a wideness was added to its wetness, Until one day it felt stronger and bigger, and its wideness welcomed its firmness And it began to walk and stop and run, Then its firmness welcomed its wonder and it walked to and fro, up and down, over and under and all around itself, Until it could chase itself all over the place. Soon it noticed that its place had shifted so much, there was no place it could not be, without BEING! And its BEING was good and abundant and powerful and playful and full of itself! And it began to notice that its BEINGNESS took on new shapes and sizes and colors and sounds until before long it became a RAINBOW OF BEING, SPIRIT saw it was beautiful, and it began to understand that its BECOMING was full of surprises, and a giggle was born. At first it was soft and silent but as it began to discover its wetness and wideness and firmness and difference and beauty, The giggle grew and grew until one day LAUGHTER burst forth from its silence and there was DANCING! Joy and wonder leaped into the air and water and air joined hands, and SPIRIT liked being firm and free and grounded all at the same time. When it discovered its firmness and freeness was inside and outside too, SPIRIT laughed itself silly, just for the fun of it. Then sleep came and SPIRIT rested on its firmness, and it was night. In the blink of an eye, the first day came to a close, except that on the other side of SPIRIT'S wideness, light was dawning and life was stirring and yawning and stretching, and... Well, I could tell you more, but I need to close my eyes and rest because, TOMORROW is another day And when TOMORROW comes, I want to be ready! |
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*a ploem is an unfinished poem that is meant to be played with over and over, so that whenever it is shared, SPIRIT has its way with InterPlay |
