4-1-19
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
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.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal