1-6-2019
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,