(2014)
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,