Coyote came and said

Underneath your knowledge

is a cosmos

thick like porridge

Stir it while dreaming

mix your fantasies in

pull them out, play

don't think

That's the whole recipe

he said

 

 

 

Sat here, being hugged

sometimes by smells that I don't like

by music, laughter, hurtful words

Sometimes by gifts of love & joy

by broken hearts and gentle touch

and weather, moods, by day & night

I'm always hugged, for I'm alive

Give in and be hugged, too