As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.