When was the last time you had a deep, sustained, belly laugh? I remember when my boys were infants they would laugh at a funny face or an unexpected sound I made. I have friends who make me laugh, but more often it’s just a chuckle. I miss that side-aching, tear-inducing, loud laughter. When did I abandon that childlike state of being? I long for the voice of my inner child to sing nursery rhymes and tell knock-knock jokes and play silly pranks. It’s all in good fun after all. Fun is under rated. When you next see me, tickle my funny bone to see if I have remembered how to laugh out loud. LOL
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She channels love energy through her eyes,
Her heart, and her hands.
She opens her mind, body, and spirit
To the wounded souls who are lucky passers-by.
She is the Cosmic Child
Sent to point the way,
Though few understand where she is pointing.
Her blood is the blood of a savior.
Her bones contain the memories of creation.
She bleeds into our hearts and the memories flow into our marrow,
Granting us a glimpse of our original face —
The child of wonderment.
If we listen closely
Songs of the first sequoias,
The lost worlds,
Atlantis and Lemuria,
Oceans before Pangaea,
Rise and fall
Through her lyrical breasts,
Nourishing our infant souls,
Inviting us to join our corporal
Reforming the bindings into
When such a Mother calls
Run, don’t walk
Into her arms!
Follow her heartbeat back to joy
Let the new song play
Ollie, Ollie, Outs in free,
Hop the scotch,
And let it be.
© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette