11-7-2018
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
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…
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,