(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
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,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,