Gratitude...

Up late last night feeling grateful, decided to exercise my poetic muscle, haven’t done that in while and it felt so free…unscripted. Nobody needs to edit it, grade it or critique it, it only needs to be received. It’s just poetry like I use to do…when I wrote simply for the love of putting a pen on a fresh sheet of paper, writing in cursive and spelling on my own. :-) Gratitude… My gratitude is like a vehicle, Sometimes its cruising vivaciously down the highway, breaking speed limits, Dipping and dodging around anything that stands in its way, Other times its stalled in gridlock traffic, puttering along, highly concerned with getting through, getting around and getting over, switching lanes in a panic, all to get to cruising once more, Cruising feels good and free and flowy, My gratitude is all, “I can’t be stopped…you can’t slow me down…don’t even try!” Its free, When rain falls, it slows, just slow enough to appreciate the cruising days, the easy days, the days of love, hope, freedom and joy, Those are days of light, floating on and breathing in air, easy, My gratitude is a tool, not a means to an end, but a tool that opens doors, builds dreams, cultivates growth, uncovers truths, envelopes my desires and opens my heart, No my gratitude is definitely not a means to an end, but instead the mode in which I travel, Its and extension of me, it takes me to places that once didn’t exist, It carries me away to places I could not see, that I could not fathom, My gratitude, centers, directs, stills, My gratitude is shiny and sweet, there when I need it and there when I think I don’t, It’s contagious, it solidifies, it magnifies, its ethereal like my dragonfly, My gratitude is my peace… Jam