(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,