(2014)
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
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.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that