(2015)
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
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…