(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
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
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.