7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
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,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences