7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
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
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,
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,