(2013)
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
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
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
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people