(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
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
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.