Fall is my favorite season but they all have a purpose and beauty. 10-12-22.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,