4-23-24. My favorite song, "Let It Be" by the Beatles
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
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
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.