(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
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…
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,