Was lucky enough to take a trip to Bali, quite the adventure. 11/23.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
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.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
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,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own