(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
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,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
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.