(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,