(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
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
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
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…
Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people