2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,