11-2016.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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…
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry