(2014)
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song