2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
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,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free