2-2018. Winter has it's moments, but wishing spring comes soon!
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
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…
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.