(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
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
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
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
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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…
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.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,