(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years