(2014)
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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…
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.