7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine