(2014)
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
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.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,