Moojo Cafe

changed

some seek to be filled up
some desire a fullness
i seek a flowing
a passing through
i long to be an empty vessel
i don't crave nothingness
rather a desire to allow
all that comes my way
flow through me both
good and bad dark and
light the lilt of the highs
the sway of the lows
for how else can
i be changed if i
remain filled with the
past?

do you believe?

the Lovin' Spoonful asked
in the mid-60's if we
believed in magic
some of us
are still asking
do you believe in the
power of intention?
do you believe that what
you believe in matters?
do you believe in miracles?
do you believe in making
your dreams come true?
do you believe you deserve
to have the life you want?

i'm not espousing 'the secret'
or suggesting mind over matter
i'm just trying to remember
what it felt like to be
four years old because i
can tell you with certainty
that when i look at my
favorite photo of myself
when i was that age
that little girl most definitely
believed in magic

fridge space

my fridge has too much
space too many gaps
too many of some items
not nearly enough of most
i have tons of salad
dressing but nothing to dress
lots of condiments but
nowhere to slather them
gallon upon gallon of water
but very little to eat
and what does my freezer
say about me?  with
multiple ice trays and only
one lonely entree?

my fridge space suggests
i'm all flash and no substance
all surface and no depth
that i deny myself
the sensuality of food
and care more about how
things taste than whether
or not they're filling
or nutritious

and it would be right...
at least about the latter.  ;)

foul

it seems to me that we
spend so much of our lives
calling 'foul' on each other
looking for trespasses
against our egos against
our beliefs and principles
against things we feel
compelled to defend
often vehemently
behaviors that aggravate
us obligations that nag
at us dogma that binds
us to narrow swaths of
experience

it also seems to me that
we'd be much better
served by our selves if we
spent a lot less time focused
on the fouls of others and
more time focused on how
we're committing the ultimate
fouls against our natures
through denial of pleasure
not giving our creativity
good measure and listening
to the inner voice that's
screaming to be
heard