Can you come out and play?
Do you remember how to spin?
What did your mudpies taste like?
Do you remember when cherry trees were Heaven?

We're not asking you to compete.
We aren't trading dares and risks.

Penny candy is a quarter now.
They don't make records anymore.
No more Drive-ins or returnable bottles
and we still miss the Virginian.

But you can still fly off the shed,
with your pillowcase wings catching the breeze.
Lazy afternoons can still be spent sitting by the dog,
sharing his food for your picnic.

The Eternal Child always swings,
kicking feet high and pumping deep.
The Eternal Children consult the flowers
for the Guidance of a fledgling sprout.

Eternal Children sing,
Willfully remembering their smiles.

I am the colors of every rainbow.
I am the dew drops on petals,
the sand at your feet,
and the feet you're standing on.
I am known by all
but only seen by a few,
for simplicity is well camoflauged
when the physical reality is all that is looked for.
I am the laughter in remembrance
of forgotten smiles and songs.
I am the Joy where Love abides.
I am the freely given
with no concerns for judgement or retribution.
I am the you,
in Unconditional.
I am the sharing response
when actively seeking to see.
I am the presence that
walks with you always.
Always waiting for a hello
a, "How's the weather up there?"
I am everything and nothing
all at the same time.
I am Mother, Father, Friend.
Some have called me Allah, God, Shiva, the One,
the Void.
I say,
"I Am."