Just some thoughts about aging and death, 7/8/22
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
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,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals