7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most