(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,