7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
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