(2013)
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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,
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…
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without