For Bede
(2014)
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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 what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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…
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another