1-6-2019
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
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 lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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…
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…
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own