(2014)
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,