4-1-19
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
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…
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.