sing, laugh, cry

i sing because i am too small

  to contain what i feel

i laugh because the joke is on humanity

i cry because the joke is not funny

i sing because i live with deep joy

i laugh because my loves needs to believe

   i am well

i cry when they discover i am human

i sing because i am part

  of a great vastness

i laugh to cover my inadequacy

  and pray for compassion

  and forgiveness

i cry when i cannot do what i see needs

  to be done

i sing because i am only part

  of the universe

plugging along

years of every day work

still waiting for the overnight success

i’d come to believe in the value

of what i create if only from reactions

of individual judges – sometimes only

one or two out of a panel where

the others, equally competent, ask

“What the heck is going on here?”

still, it’s like the occasional par in golf

even a few discerning my intent

is enough to bring me back again

and again

out of body

 so many cultures have believed

that dreamers leave their physical

body to experience what they dream

believing also, perhaps, that many

planes of existence are reality

and our senses are attuned

to only one aspect of being

intriguing, but life as we know it

seems so complex and interactive

i hesitate to want to take on more

without evidence as i do not

adequate for what i need to be

even here and now

earned trust

earned trust

haiku

knowing her deeply

recommendation comes true

spring rain for concerned