11-2016.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
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,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
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.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.