1-6-2019
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
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
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
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
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,