1-6-2019
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
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 white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
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…
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life