Your smile says, “Come play!”
The sun in the sky agrees -
so off to play it be.
A truly inspirational play time comes -
a time of dancing, singing, mirth, and merriment.

Merge your inner and outer clowns,
one clown for all seasons,
for ’tis all about clownin’ around.

When people begin to stare,
simply laugh maniacally,
For thou art having more fun than they.

We shall go disco gogo Christmas caroling in May.
There will be coin operated bronc riding in full regalia.
Midnight pogo stick races in the church parking lot.
Random afternoon flights to random destinations in a private plane.

These are those moments that make life so enchanting.
There is magic in fun, and this magic makes life momentous.

Come, soar on clown wings, and remember:
Normalcy is boring, bland, and just plain wrong.
Never be normal – just keep clownin’ around.

She’s got the saunter, the swank,
She’s got the flaire, and the sexy hair,
The jive that makes the happiness thrive -
Something crazy cool ’bout that hippie girl.

Sittin’ still, watchin’ the world,
Protecting the peace,
Leaving the mammals lives to not cease,
Speak with wonder ’bout that hippie girl.

Making sense of the inner soul,
On a wayward journey to help all,
Normalcy is a big no go,
To hell with that there status quo,
Got a wicked crush on that hippie girl.

The waters run with a look of disgrace,
A hundred bison parade the plains in unsettling grace,
the roar of a million swallows ascending the valley below,
A beckoning riot as the swan song reaches high,
Never seen the shadows of a love beneath the land,
A hollow memory of a world lost,
a wanderlust begotten never again.

Where this river flows if the ebb and tide
of a high that only the rooster
crows at morning light –

A light lost upon the souls that have forgotten,
a petal alight upon the brisk waters
of a river lost in the wandering realm.

Within a dozen sparkling rainbows,
set to a tone that only beckons
to those that know -
A hidden knowledge contained in a
million waves upon the surface of the
red rocks uplifted for the sands below.

This here I wander, in love but alone –
nowhere to go, a river dammed
and held – wanting to flow endlessly to thee.

There’s a dusty wind screaming through the canyon,
a fireswept rim opening to deep pink skies,
eyes turning north, pondering the shimmering spectacle descending slowly.
Alighting upon the plain, asking for gifts from the strangers at home.

This mythical, magical place,
a temporal vision of that most wonderful love,
peace beyond human comprehension…
This realm, a kingdom of stark embraces,
that which can only come with a transference of being.

Rekindling a deep, thoroughbred passion,
dancing to a soulful rhythm conjured upon itself,
see this ancient place for the thing it is,
a home to be held, caressed, protected.