4-1-2017
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
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;
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light