The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
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
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
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…
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,