Kitchen Detail

Do you have an immaculate, pristine kitchen fit for Better Homes & Gardens magazine? Decked out with island and butler’s pantry?

Or do you have a tiny, functional galley kitchen like mine? Clean, but well-worn?

Or do you have a seething portal to hell with dirty dishes stacked to the ceiling? Crawling with ants? Sticky floors and counters? Mice squatting in the corners? Jelly smeared into a hardened shellac on the floor? <<–(that happened at my former friend’s house, my husband had to wash his sock out, gah!)

What kind of kitchen are you?? If you could equate your kitchen to a celebrity or personality, who/what would it be?

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My Starlet

Same curly hair.
Same brilliant smile.
Same enormous heart.
But only tiny for a while.

You’re my little star.
I’m your big, shiny moon.
I’ll always be your Dish.
Run away with me, Spoon!

We belong together
Swinging out into space.
You’re my precious starlet
With the most beautiful face.

Love you, Lillian. You’re magical.


Picture of Lil when she was only 5 on the beach!

Eye of God

What if for a second
We merely supposed?
The galaxies in space
Are God’s mind exposed.

We finally have a picture.
Epic record we can see.
The mind map of God–
Light history.

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See a similar map here.
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Best Map Ever of the Universe
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Does this look like the inside of a mind or body? It’s part of our known universe. Road Map

Swirling bright clusters
And exploding gas clouds.
Firing synapses
Appear in star-crowds.

Expanding chemicals
Racing through the brain.
Magnetic fields
Of electric rain.

Solar wind.
Asteroid belts.
Polar flares.
Rock that melts.

Endless black holes
Worming their way.
Tunneling and tumbling
Through a Kubrick ballet.

If the Universe is
The eternal God-Head,
We are cells broken/
Spoken from dead.

Four words are a Gun.
Let there be light.
Shot out *big bang*
His bullets bring life.

Twisted orange, purple threads
Make lightning-quick connections.
Worlds ignite through invisible wicks,
Catching fire in all directions.

Heavenly hosts
Beat their wings.
Angels rocket
And pluck their strings.

And as they play
Their creative tune,
Planets are framed,
Hung with a moon.

If God is the mind
Then the body–different worlds.
A collection of organs
Filtering systems like pearls.

Braid the planets together,
Necklace Space-time.
But we threaten to steal it
With crime Starfish Prime.

We. Are. Cancer.
We eat up space.
Nothing can win.
Everything’s a race.

If missiles are medicine,
If spaceships are pills,
Then we are poisoning the Universe
With the ills of our wills.

We only want to spread our brand of living to another surface. We are bacteria.

If we are cancer? Infection?
Then Jesus is the cure.
God sent his son
To make this Body pure.

Jesus Christ–
Pearl of great price.
Brilliant contribution,
Teleportation device.

Here instantly.
Gone the same way.
But remains in Spirit
Always to stay.

He is bright Sun.
He is absolute center.
He is the portal–
Challenging us to enter.

God/Universe/Love
Expands forever.
Kingdom come,
Endure and Endeavor.

If we can see the wonder
Of the inside of God’s mind,
We should:
Respect it.
Protect it.
Project it.
For all the universe to see.

He’s watching. Thank God.

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Helix “Eye of God” Nebula

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Planet

Where am I?
How’d I get here?
This is my worst nightmare–
My greatest fear.

Not just living once,
But experiencing twice
The excruciating anguish
Of my heart in a vise.

Broken homes.
Parents screaming.
Shattered lives.
Splinters gleaming.

I am kidnapped on the ship
That takes me back to Then.
I am rock-bound shipwrecked
Instantly on that When.

The initials on the side of my rocket are P-T-S-D.

Where’s my preserver?
Where’s my rope?
I’m already wrung, hung and dried.
There’s absolutely no hope.

Getting off of this horrible world?
No escape for me.
My map was tossed, pilot jumped clear,
The capsule crashed at sea.

I may never see home again.
I can sit, give up and die.
Or I can make my way back to you
And fashion a means to fly.

Find tools.
Bang out a space.
Write a manual.
Picture your face.

Soaring over the ice,
Breaking the gravity of Past.
Riding out the rocky belts,
To land by you at last.

I’m home.
Sorry I left.