(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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 flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
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 bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments