written 1999
Her son left home again today. He spread his wings and flew away On a sleek and silver jet that Became a speck in the blue sky Seconds after it lifted
It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,
Did she remember to say, That she loves you today? Of all her other tasks, This one should never be last! Did she remember to say,
She deeply gazes into his eyes, The eyes of a dreamer, Windows where true emotions shine… And are reflected, A golden flame from which light ra…
Oh how mighty the mountain Home of clouds, home of thunder Brown and copper Rainbow reds mosaic pattern Beautiful in summer
Once perchance are secrets found a… Footsteps echo on sacred grounds s… Spirits dance on the water lost as… They sing of lifetimes in waiting… Ancient wisdom to return.
She didn’t step on a sidewalk crac… So thank goodness her Mother won’… Yet when she opened the apple cide… It smelled and tasted like apple j… She didn’t break the mirror giving…
Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions
Sometimes she wishes, that you cou… She wishes that you could see thro… All the glorious beauty that she c… She wishes you had, also her ears. Then you could know the wonders sh…
Why is it always the simple man wh… When the program calls for dying? A simple man who rarely gets confu… Enjoys a drink with friends, the s… The sound of seas, the smell of a…
Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping
Nightmares are mere troubles... Washed up each time You take a dip In the river of your old tears. Fears are mere thoughts...
May Autumn bring you these, The glory of painted trees; Flaming hills and amber fields, The bounty that harvest yields. The mystery of a country lane,
Your eyes close And Thoughts fill your head Of A pure and simple innocence
Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering