7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
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
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.