4-1-2017
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
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
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
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…
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,