(2014)
Sometimes fear and indecision can be the biggest obstacle to change.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
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.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.