(2013)
#Autumn
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,