I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
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.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
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…
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,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles