Sometimes I think too much!
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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…
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy