The Naturist
I am a naturist…
I need to be naked…
There needs to be nothing…
Between my skin, the wind, the water, and the sun.
My soul has to flow…
Into the world…
Into the wind, the water, and the sun…
Because everything…
Me included…
Is all one thing.
Two Little Wolves
Every soul in the world is given two wolves to nurture.
You need both to survive.
One is strong and wicked cruel, full of hurtfulness and fire.
One is softer and more loving, full of empathy and life’s water.
You need both to survive.
So, which one will dominate your life?
Hard to know, I fear.
But you decide for your own little wolves.
The Original People
You stand at the Gates of Heaven.
Before he lets you in, St. Peter points to two little girls.
“Native American girls?”
“They get to decide who goes in and who does not
When an American arrives at the Gate.
You may have something to answer for.
Is your little heart full of hate?”
I shrug and look at the two girls.
I smile at them. They are cute.
“Better they decide,” I said, “Than Roscoe who bullied me in third grade.”
“He goes in,” the girls both cried. “We sent Roscoe down the Chute.”
Catch a Falling Star 