(2014)
Sometimes fear and indecision can be the biggest obstacle to change.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
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.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down