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.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as