1-6-2019
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,