(2015)
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
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.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people