(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
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,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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…