As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
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
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,