(2013)
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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 flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,