(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes