9-11-19
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,