Was lucky enough to take a trip to Bali, quite the adventure. 11/23.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry