Pleasant dreams. 3/2/24
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
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,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,