as love has been contracting and unable to do a billion things all at once all day long every day of the week, i have been attempting to help out. there have been cocoabutter baths and lots of "thats not the way mommy does it." they are incredibly fun and incredibly nonstop. kind of like so.

kind of in the same vain, wrote this-

it would be pretty easy
to find the creator
the divine spark
the loving caring
inspiring beautiful god
in say for instance
the grand canyon
the stillness of a bubbling brook
the moon reflected in your lover's eye
it would come naturally
to be at peace
to be one
to be in the moment
alone in a dewy meadow
surrounded by honeysuckle and lavender
with dirty toes
and open skies
blessed be the one
to arrive in spiritual wholeness
in the midst of toddlers
throwing halfbagels at the wall
stepping in bowls of macaroni
demanding a different colored straw
blessed be the one
to achieve otherworldly nirvana
in the company of 2009 america
with adults bickering as toddlers
with a constant stream of aggression
a media relentless
a noise unending
asphalt and concrete our flowers
blessed be the one
to break through our bullshit
to the heart of what really matters
to find the beauty in the muck
to discover the serenity in the mire