(2013)
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,