(2014)
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
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,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
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
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,