(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
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…
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,