1-6-2019
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
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…
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
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…
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings