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Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
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…
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.