7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.