(2014)
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.