#GettingOlder #GrowingOld #OldAge
Peaks of green In the highs and lows Of the valley Spark into my heart Where the feeling
Clouds in the sky part And I’m underneath Watching the sun appear And For a split second
I went outside On to the freshly moved grass In my era Of Buddha I hoped for enlightenment
Stretching Far along the Thin white line in Minnesota The curves take you Back and forth
The love of the autumn day Pierces through any opportunity For us to stay warm I thought you would never stay But here you are
Wavering back And forth The sea rocks My boat And I’m never
Sleeping, weeping drops Of rain leak through The leaves on the tree Outside my window Sloshing of wet
You can’t love someone who is hurt… They think they’re protecting them… all the while they’re hurting you And your soul knows no rest So move on
The stitches on my handwoven mask Began to unravel slightly It has been 3 years Of distance Of suffering
The days the sun blast Throw the field in the summer Bring from it an armor It’s soft and Billowy through and through
Inner Outer Let it be Or change, or let go Accepting is hard when