Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
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,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature