(2015)
Winter Haiku
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
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…
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,