9-11-19
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old