Was lucky enough to take a trip to Bali, quite the adventure. 11/23.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face