9-11-19
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
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…
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
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,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.