As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
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 flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face