(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
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,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,