For Brennan
(2014)
Dedicated to my son
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
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
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…