4/7/20
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.