Love the birds of Spring! 5-27-23.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.