(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are