(2014)
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,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles